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Darius’s lips traveled to the mark Maxwell had left on my neck, and a low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest.

I could feel his tension, the way the sight of it tore at him. The mark—the memory it carried—got to him, as I knew it would. But what could I do? I couldn’t erase the...

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