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CHAPTER 74 The Miles Construct

Zara

I didn't want to look at it. I couldn't. But my eyes betrayed me.

He stood there in the center of the chamber; barefoot, his hair damp like he'd just stepped out of the lake, shirt clinging to a frame I knew better than my own reflection.

"Miles?" The word came out strangled.

The thin...