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... ence. Not even in times of war. Grief had swallowed every corridor, every soul that walked its halls.
The people of New Orleans stood cloaked in mourning, heads bowed, hearts shattered, as they prepared to bury the children of their Alpha and Luna.
Three bodies lay still beneath layers of sacred cloth..one belonging to Cyrius Salvatore, the long-lost prince who had once returned only to fall again, and the other two... were his newborn heirs.
Hazel’s babies. Salvatore-blo ...
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