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I stagger to my feet and stumble towards the door, but I only make it two steps before I stop again. Without thinking too much about it or questioning myself, I move back to cleave Oleander away from Bassinger and into my arms. The warmth of her against my chest has my bond stirring in my chest, only waking enough to give its approval before it goes back into its unnatural slumber.
Tragic Bonds (The Bonds That Tie, #5)
by J. Bree
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