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It was light, transparent, and offered very little comfort to her aching heart. She bit her lip, trying to stop herself from screaming in frustration.
She buried her head in her palms, shame racing through her, tightening her chest.
She had kissed Alaric. She had let him touch her, and worst of all, she had shown him he could have her, only to be tossed aside like a used rag.
"Fuck," she groaned again, tapping her temple in frustration.
She had been willin ...
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