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... nally let the tears I’d been desperately holding back run down my cheeks.
Cian, my wolf, was howling with pain inside my chest; he’d liked Cha—Eamon so much that he craved his presence every day, not to mention the pain in my chest stopped whenever I was around him.
Would I ever get used to coming to terms with the fact that Eamon was also Charis? I knew there was a feminine aura around him that I’d ignored back then, but now, I wish I’d listened to my instincts.
The sign ...
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