Sloane was a soldier. Trained for times like these—being faced with the unknown and having to keep going. It was getting harder for me to do that. I wasn’t anything special... A low growl rumbled against me, coming from deep within his chest. “Not anything special?” My eyes widened and I realized I must’ve spoken that part aloud. “How can you—” He paused and pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing deeply. After what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head and his gaze seared into my soul. “You listen here and you listen good, Saige Wildes. You’re everything that’s special. Everything you
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