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sink.
“Clare.”
Damen crossed the room in two steps.
“I’m fine,” I whispered hoarsely.
I was not fine.
Morning sickness crashed through me while I gripped the sink, humiliated by my own body. Nobody looks graceful getting sick in a tiny apartment with a mafia boss standing behind them.
But Damen did not react with discomfort.
He pulled my hair gently away continue reading …
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