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... ing non-stop, his words tumbling over each other before Damien could even get a word in. There was something about the way the two men bristled around each other that made my wolf, Nora, pace anxiously inside me.

"Victoria, I didn’t—that’s not what I meant," Patrick finally managed, his voice carrying a hint of desperation that made my skin prickle.

I sighed, feeling the tension build between my shoulder blades. "I know. Both of you, just stop. Damien, come with me." I reached ou ...

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