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The Final Memory

Auteur: Tamara Love
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-23 16:05:32

Lauren’s POV

"Julian..." I whispered, my eyelids feeling heavier than lead. The hallway was spinning wildly around us, the bright overhead lights blurring into streaks of yellow and white. A deep, agonizing cramp tore through my lower abdomen, and I gasped, clutching weakly at his sleeve. "The... the baby..."

Julian looked down at my stomach, and the last shred of his sanity snapped right then and there. A terrifying, animalistic growl tore from his chest. His face changed into a mask of unbri
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