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... ing as if her defiance was both infuriating and intoxicating. For the first time, the predator looked like he might’ve just met his match.
And Athena? She stood her ground, refusing to be prey.
The air between them was molten, charged, and deafening. Neither of them moved, neither willing to surrender first.
The silence shattered when Azrael moved.
His hand, the one tangled in her white hair, slid downward with a slow, deliberate precisionover the curve of her nec ...
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