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“If I do this,” Clara whispered, “if I walk into the fire with you, what happens when the ash settles?”
Alexander leaned in.
His lips hovered close enough to make the whole city seem to fall silent.
“When the ash settles, mia cara, the underworld will know the king of New York finally found his queen.”
Clara’s breath caught.
She did not pull away.
She leaned continue reading …
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