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DANTE I f I had stayed in that hallway with Ivie for one more moment, I would have lost the battle raging against my instincts to claim her in every way possible. And she would have let me. I saw it in her emerald-green eyes that were so dilated they’d seemed black, in the way her teeth dug into her lower lip and in her labored breathing. I had come to the meeting with Fort intending to mess with her, but I couldn't have predicted the way she had gotten into my head. I stepped on the gas as though if I drove fast enough I could outrun those disturbing emotions. A call came in at that very moment. “Prince Orion, there is an update on Ivie Westfield.” I’d put a man on Ivie shortly after our meeting at the diner with the intention of uncovering any nefarious plans she might have with
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