Ashton Morgan

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“Say it.” She shook her head in denial. His eyes narrowed with rising intensity. The distance between them closed in. It wasn’t conscious effort; it was gravity. Their own invisible pull. She’d tried to fight it so many times, but it had always been futile.  “If you won’t then I will.” “Please—” “Mates.”
A Clash of Three Courts (An Heir Comes to Rise, #4)
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