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... away, Claire Hale’s tense nerves relaxed, and she leaned weakly against Tristan Lockwood’s chest.
"Can you stop?"
She rested her head on his shoulder and said weakly.
The person in his arms was alarmingly feverish, and Tristan Lockwood’s expression turned cold. He lowered his head, touching his forehead to hers.
The searing heat transferred through their skin, and his brows furrowed slightly as he asked, "Do you have any medicine in the office?"
She weakl ...
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