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... st stepped into the stone palace, her slippers flapping softly against the cold ground, the air cool and faintly laced with the scent of wild mint and burning herbs. But none of that registered. Her mind was still an absolute mess.
Her mind was a battlefield. Thoughts clawed for dominance, colliding like waves in a storm—waves that all had one ridiculous red-eyed cause: Zyran.
Zyran, with his shameless flirting and devilish smirks. Zyran, with his stupid pout and that ridiculous ...
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