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Chapter 22: Sealed by fate.
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... of the wall clock. Artemis sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his hair. The lingering scent of another woman clung to his skin, and he hated it.
He exhaled sharply, shutting his eyes as he tried to push the thoughts away. It meant nothing.
The sheets rustled behind him, and the woman stirred, stretching with a lazy grin. "You're up early," she murmured, propping herself on one elbow.
Artemis didn't respond.
She tilted her head, watching him. "R ...
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