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10. Her First Day
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2026-06-06 15:00:24On the high stone balcony of the Black Fortress, the morning air felt like a sheet of pure ice against Rosalie’s skin, but the heat burning through her veins was scorching.
Dominic stood bare-chested in the freezing mountain wind, a lethal god of war surrounded by his formidable, black-armored guards. His jaw tightened, the sharp, rigid line of his granite features shifting as his dark gaze deliberately drifted away from her face
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