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Chapter 342: Dare
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... her gently, coaxing her out of her cries the way one tames a fragile storm. Deanne was in the bathroom—I had told her to take her time, to indulge in the quiet luxury of a proper bath. I could handle Aelia.
And I did.
The moment she settled against me, her cries dissolved into soft coos. Her tiny gaze lifted, meeting mine with that innocent, unguarded curiosity only infants possess.
So easy to soothe. So easy to keep.
Caine was with Damon, attending to whatever Ja ...
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