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Killian’s Point Of View I stood at the edge of the skyscraper, my arm smeared with blood as my eyes fixated on the blinding darkness of the night and I blew out some smoke. It was midnight, dead midnight and while I'd rather have been sitting in my office, sipping a glass of whiskey on ice, I was rather here, dealing with a problem that just surfaced. My beast stirred as the thoughts of ash blonde curls and blue eyes that randomly forced their way to my mind. It’d been long years since my thoughts last entertained a woman, yet here I was, thinking of Ellie Cross no less. I clenched my fist trying to shake off her round face, blue eyes, and full lips from my mind but it lingered. What the hell was it about her? I sighed, it wasn't the bond. It was something else. Something about her th

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