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Two Hundred And Seventy-Four
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2026-03-23 19:00:51Siren’s POV
I don’t wait for an explanation, for an apology, for anything. I just run. Out of the club, past the light of the building and the hum of voices, feet slamming concrete until my lungs burn and the cold night air claws at my throat.
The Dom had slid his hand up my thigh, whispered something filthy, and I’d shut him down, hard. Walked out ready to breathe, ready to think…
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