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The Kiss of Fate

Isla hadn’t meant to look stunned, but she couldn’t help it.

The masked man from the ball—the one who had made her body feel like a live wire and her soul like it had been cracked open—was the same man standing beside her now, hand steady, expression unreadable.

Lachlan Strathclyde.

The cruel Dru...