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... azz music and the murmurs of the elite. The silence of the corridor was instant and cool.
Damien was marching, his hand gripping Aria’s tightly, his stride eating up the floor with the intent of a man who wanted to put as much distance between his wife and his family as possible.
"Damien," Aria said, pulling him to a stop.
He turned, his brow furrowed, adrenaline still humming under his skin.
Aria stepped into his space, went up on her tiptoes, and pressed her lip ...
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