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... e sound, already knowing who it was. No footsteps she’d ever heard had the gall to sound that confident. Steady. Cold. Regal.
And there he was. Kian.
He stepped into view like the moon had personally lit his path, the last threads of sunlight glinting off his toned chest, smooth and sculpted like it had been carved with care by some ancient forest god. His bare torso gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat from the heat of the day, every defined line of muscle visible beneath his per ...
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