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“Keir, I’m not sure I should be driving.” “I’m positive you shouldn’t be driving.” I urged her forward with my hand at her back. “I’ll have someone get the car. You’re coming with me.” Appeased, she continued but paused again after I opened the passenger side door. “Where are you taking me?” “Home. You live with me now.” She nodded, but her brows remained knitted tightly together. I got the sense she wasn’t convinced, and it grated under my skin. She still didn’t grasp that I was in her life for good. Rowan was mine, and I’d prove it to her every damn day if I had to until she finally understood. That night while Rowan slept, I lay in bed and thought about my next moves. I had two big f*****g problems—Oran’s treachery and the danger surrounding Rowan. Damyon had earned his nickname for go
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