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Cedric Raine I can hear her heart start to race, her fear giving an acrid edge to her scent. “No!” My claws bear down against her skin, breaking it slightly. When she realizes I mean business, she starts the car. I don’t remove my hand throughout the ten-minute drive. By the time she pulls up in front of a house, her face is white as a sheet. When she doesn’t move, I snarl, “Unless the healer has arrived, let’s go!” She seems so hesitant to save Leanna, and that makes me want to kill this insignificant human. But she flinches and gets out of the car. I follow suit, proceeding to carry Leanna up the steps of the small house. This is where my mate has been living all these years? In this tiny little hut? How could she possibly be comfortable? When the door doesn’t open, I kick it. My
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