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~19~ PUSH & PULL

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BELLA

My fury vanishes for one horrifying second. Because he looks beautiful. Rhain looks like something carved out of temptation itself, standing there in the doorway with his dark hair pushed back and his black shirt stretched across his broad chest.

And somehow, infuriatingly, he still manages to look majestic while obviously sick.

His skin is slightly paler than usual. There are faint shadows beneath those glowing violet eyes. But the lazy smirk on his mouth is fully intact.

The bast
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