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Chapter 70: Make Me Yours

Author: Terri Clare
last update publish date: 2026-07-01 10:18:45

ANWEN'S POV

The grass was cool beneath my knees, damp with the evening dew, but I barely noticed.

All my attention was on Fenric—on the way he sat before me, so still, so impossibly tall that even seated, I had to reach up to cup his face in my hands and draw him down to where I waited.

He didn't resist.

Those silver-gray eyes of his—intense, predatory, endlessly watchful—never left mine as I pulled him closer.

I could see the careful restraint. The lingering trace of wildness in his gaze. But
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