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... avy, ringing with the echo of the iron lock and the cold finality of his words.
Isabella remained on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest, staring at the door as if she could still see his retreating shadow through the wood.
Stay in the present. With me.
It was a command, yet it sounded like a plea.
Isabella looked down at her palms. The soot from the shattered stone had stained her skin, a dark reminder of the bridge she had crossed.
Lucian called it ...
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