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the crook of his elbow. My fingers brushed against the bespoke fabric of his suit. The sudden, intense heat of his body radi

t of death in my past l

med me. The Wooten family had thrown me out with

aphina's sweet, giggling voice on the other end before the line went dead. I remembered

uckled, and I stumbled forward. Blake's arm shot out. His large hand clamped around my

umbled right against my ear,

floating above my own dead body. I saw Blake – the ruthless tyrant of the werewolf world – st

hes by force. I saw him standing alone in a private cemetery in the Long

finality of death. I remembered the sheer, incomprehensible sho

aculous reversal of fate that defied all logic. And in this new life, the only man I

tary figure of absolute power, giving me the d

turned stark white. I took a ragged breath and shoved t

violent, terrifying darkness flashed in his pupils. His assistant's voice crackled over the

of my lace veil. The softness of his touch comple

low gravel, "you are the Luna of Manhattan. No

oors at the end of the hall were slowly pulled open by two ushers. Blinding white light from hundreds of camera flashes spilled into the d

siness with you, U

rk touched his lips. "According to the blood contracts being d

A thousand eyes and camera le