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Chapter Fifty-Two: Bowen In The Doorway

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Selene’s POV

“Sit down,” I say. “Before Edna finds out you are vertical.”

Bowen looks at me with the expression he reserves for when I say something he agrees with but does not want to agree with, and then he comes into the kitchen and sits in the chair Mara pulls out for him with the speed of someone who has been waiting for an excuse to do something useful.

Reina puts tea in front of him without being asked.

He looks around the table. At Edrin, whom he does not recognise. At Talia, whom he do
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  • The Alpha Who Threw Me Away   Chapter Fifty-Two: Bowen In The Doorway

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