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Alvar’s arm froze around my waist. His blue eyes—calm, terrifying, and impossibly bright—locked onto mine. Somewhere in that gaze, I saw a storm brewing. Or maybe a wildfire. Either way... I was toast. Completely, utterly... toast.
"...Married?" His voice was low, smooth, and dangerous. A growl lurked behind it, subtle but definitely there.
I blinked. Tried to look innocent. "...Y-yes? I mean... if you want to, it’s... totally optional..."
Optional. Ha! Righ ...
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