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the softness in his voice when he said child.
Not legacy.
Not possession.
Not control.
Child.
Damen lowered his gaze toward my stomach, then spoke so quietly I almost missed it.
“I already love someone I haven’t even met.”
I did not sleep after Damen left that night.
The apartment still smelled faintly of his cologne hours later. Cedarwood and winter air lingered continue reading …
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