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Chapter 2: Fifteen Years of Lost Time
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... supposed to be this way..." Feyre murmured, gazing down at the bundle in her arms.
The pain of labor was nothing compared to the gut-wrenching agony that tore her soul in two. Nova was wrapped in the softest dark blue cloth, swirled with purple hues and sprinkled with glittering stardust.
Feyre had held her universe in her arms for three minutes.
Three minutes of misty eyes and pure bliss as she'd rocked her against her bare chest. Silently crying while Rhys stroked his f ...
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