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... fication.
Damien didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. The heat radiating from him was a physical weight, pressing against Aria’s back as she walked a step ahead of him down the long, silent corridor. Every click of her Converse on the floor sounded like a countdown.
They reached the double doors.
Damien pushed the door open.
The room had been reset. The shattered antique bed frame had been removed, replaced by a pristine, sturdy mahogany four-poster that looked li ...
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