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“Once they were safely ensconced, Dani released his arm and turned to face him, but drew up short when she saw how close he actually was, with only inches between them. He was staring down at her with a new intensity that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She swallowed and broke away from his gaze, but found she didn't know where else to look. His lips, soft and parted ever so slightly, were a definite no-go. Her eyes traced down the column of this throat, the sharp edge of his collarbone just below his open collar, the spot over his heart where hours ago, in another life, she'd rested her hand and felt the rhythm of his pulse. "How are we going to get Zephyr out of the dungeon?" she asked his chest.”

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Fire with Fire

In this gripping tale, the protagonist navigates a world where the cycle of violence is perpetuated, leading to a dramatic confrontation that challenges the very nature of justice. more

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