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... you, get out!"
Elias Hawthorne: "..."
He looked at Raina’s distressed face, his handsome features instantly turning as dark as water.
"Raina, can you still hold on?"
"Perhaps." Raina tightly clenched her fingers, her nails digging fiercely into her palm. Yet, this pain was already ineffective; she felt as though every exhalation carried Hawthorne.
Raina’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes blurry, and her every movement carried an indescribable allure, far fro ...
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