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Chapter 11

Rhazian POV

I felt myself moving toward her, as if being pulled by an invisible cord, as she flitted through the kitchen jotting notes on her paper. Before I knew what I was doing, I had her pinned between my body and the counter, one hand laid on the countertop on either side of her. Her scent wafted over me, warming my body. I was giving in to the pull of the mate bond, unable to stop myself.

            “Rhazian.” She breathed, pressing her hand against my chest as I tilted my head toward her.

            I pressed myself closer to her, feeling the sparks of our connection slowly roar to life.

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