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Chapter 23

His head jerked, a harsh line of red already blooming where her palm met skin. The slap was nothing compared to the ache it woke inside him—a pain that tasted like addiction and rage. 

The silence was suffocating, alive. He barely breathed as he stared her down, letting the impact settle like gunpowder between them. 

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