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What She Burned

Author: Alessia Frost
last update publish date: 2026-07-24 17:13:22

POV: Sierra

Hunter stopped her in the staging corridor three minutes before the gate opened.

He stepped directly into her path with the specific intention of someone who had decided that being in her way was preferable to watching what happened if he was not. At twenty-six, lean and quick and usually the warmest presence in any room he occupied, Hunter Cross was not warm right now.

"You're going to collapse in that arena," he said. Not quietly. Not with the careful register they had all been us
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