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“Even after the body heals, the mind still carries the injury. All you can do is be there for him, no matter what he to try and push you away. He may lash out at you, but in some way it's because he knows you can take it. And you have to take it, Sasha. If you want to him to move forward, he has to know you can handle anything - like he had to. Otherwise, there is no future for the two of you.”

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The Vengeance of Roan Sinclair

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