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Ian stalked toward me, the soft crunch of his boots on the bits of twigs strewn over the path the only sound. Even the wind had stopped for the moment. Of course Ian would get the weather to cooperate with his need for a dramatic pause, the fucker.
The Alpha's Warlock (Mismatched Mates #1)
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