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Elijah Waking up in a sparsely lit room with someone's hands hovering over me has me snapping my eyes open and grabbing their wrist instinctually. The person gasps and flexes in my hold to try to snatch their arm away from me. I hold steady, blinking my eyes a few times to clear the cloudiness from my vision. "Let her go, Elijah." At the sound of my mate's command, I instantly release my fingers. The older woman stumbles back, holding her arm to her chest with a frightened look on her face. Gabriela stands from where she'd been sitting on a stool over by the door. She has a set expression on her face that only seems to soften when she reaches out and touches the other woman's shoulder gently. "I've got it from here. Thank you, Eris," she says. The older woman nods carefully, glancin
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