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... ral. It was a cold, resentful light, as if the sun itself loathed to witness the wreckage they had left behind in that room.
Olivia stirred, her body heavy with the residual ache of the night. On her shoulder, a feverish warmth anchored her to the present—Mathias’s hand. His grip was a desperate, unyielding shackle, his fingers locked around hers with a primal intensity that even the deepest exhaustion couldn’t break. He held her not like a lover, but like a drowning man clutching a jagg ...
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