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Brinley’s POV
The storm hadn’t let up.
Rain lashed against the North Tower windows like it was trying to rip the sky apart. Thunder cracked so loud it made the glass tremble, but I barely heard it. I sat on the edge of Maeve’s bed, the sheets still warm with her body, the scent of sex and shadow m...
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