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A Deep Bone To Swallow

last update Date de publication: 2026-04-14 21:41:45

Ethan's hand immediately came to rest on her arm. "Are you alright, princess? You look a little pale."

"I'm fine," she said, managing a smile. "Just... a little tired from all the laughing. I'll be right back."

She rose from the table, her legs feeling unsteady. As she walked away, she felt their eyes on her back. She went down a long, winding hallway, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She was alone. This was her chance. She was at a crossroads. The voice of Marcus, the cold
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    I locked my eyes on Ethan, my heart a wild, frantic drum against my ribs. The question, a cold, hard lump of suspicion, hung in the air between us. He was standing in the doorway of his childhood bedroom, a glass of water in his hand, his eyes a direct, probing stare that seemed to see right throug

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