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... His bed lay untouched, the space beside it cold. A dull ache bloomed in my chest before I could stop it. I pressed a hand there, annoyed with myself, and swung my legs over the side of the bed just as a knock sounded at the door.
I froze.
Hope flared—unwanted, instinctive.
Had he come back?
I almost laughed at myself. The mate bond really would be the end of me if I let it. I’d felt this pull before. The wanting. The attachment that sank its claws in deep and refu ...
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