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One Hundred and Twenty Three.

Ryan’s POV

She looked at me like I was mad, but I just wanted to see her smile. Truly smile, like the days when I first met her.

Holding her flush against me, I continue to spin us in the heavy rain, just as thunder claps above us. Her fingers grip my soaking shirt and just for a moment she tenses up and she pushes herself against me.

It’s not long before I hear her giggles of joy and honestly, it was the best thing that I had heard.

As the rain starts to slow, she rushes inside, squeezing the water out of her dark hair but the smile was still on her face.

It only lasted moments before it faded and that sadness was back, her fingers trailing over Elijah’s mark that still had yet to fade. The first time it had faded the moment he broke his oath. Yet now he was dead, it still clung to her.

Stepping inside, she closes the door behind me. A hand still over the mark.

“I haven’t done anything like that since I was a kid.” I hoped the comment would pull her out of the moment.

She lifts her
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