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My gaze climbs from the expanse of dark wood until it lands on… Comfort. Relief. Him. Gray eyes flick between mine, soft in that way they only are when looking at me. That tether between us grows taut, heavy with the weight of so many unspoken words.
Fearless (The Powerless Trilogy, #3)
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