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“I'm proud of you, Bliss," he said. "Michael's sword released the souls that were trapped in your blood. You freed them. You freed me." "But now I'm never going to see you again, am I?" she asked. Dylan smiled. "It's unlikely. But I never say never.' "I wish you wouldn't go. I'll miss you so much," Bliss said. "I'll miss you too." Dylan put his hand up, and so did Bliss. But this time, instead of touching air, she felt his warm hand grasping her cold one. She looked at Allegra. Somehow, she knew her mother was making this happen. Dylan leaned down, and she could feel his lips, soft and inviting, gently kissing hers. Then Dylan was gone. But Bliss did not feel anguished. She felt at peace. Dylan was not broken and incomplete anymore. He was whole.”

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Book:The Van Alen Legacy
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The Van Alen Legacy

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Melissa de la Cruz
Melissa de la Cruz

Melissa de la Cruz (born September 7, 1971) is an American author known for her young adult and adult fiction. Born in Manila, Philippines, she moved to the United States and graduated from Columbia University. Her works span genres including fantasy, romance, and mystery, with notable series such as Blue Bloods and The Descendants. Her books have sold millions of copies worldwide and been translated into multiple languages. She also worked as a fashion magazine editor, and her writing style blends pop culture elements with social insights. more

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