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... the cold air.
The drapes of the decor on the terrace rustled behind him, brushing against the tall candle holder, tugging at the hem of his overcoat on Aveline’s shoulder.
Dahlia’s golden scarf fluttered dramatically, as if caught in the storm she had created. Her expression wavered, just briefly, before she forced a laugh.
Aveline instinctively reached for Alaric’s hand, trying to calm the fury she sensed in his stillness. But her small gesture only poured fuel on the fi ...
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