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But she wasn't anyone else, she was my mate, the one I had chosen. And together we had gotten through the loss of our child. I owed her at least one chance to hear her side of things. “Mason!” The high-pitched voice was very familiar but before I could think too much about it, a child barreled straight into me. I caught him before he fell and he raised his head, his dark brown curls sticking to his forehead, gray eyes alight with mischief. Then he grinned at me. “Hi.” CHAPTER 8 IVIE M y heart stopped beating for a moment as I watched my worst nightmare come to reality. Mason was in Dante's arms. Goddess, this couldn't be happening. The day had begun rather uneventfully. Mason didn't have school today and since it had been a while since we'd hung out, just the two of us, I gave
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