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On top of everything else, that strike against me felt like the kiss of death. And maybe it was just my own feelings of inadequacy, but I couldn’t imagine anyone thinking a relationship with me would be worth the trouble. And there would be trouble because Damyon was here in the city. It was only a matter of time. Torin tore his lips from mine as though he’d heard my thoughts. “I’m f****d up, Storm. I won’t deny it. I couldn’t be normal if I tried.” “I don’t want normal.” Normal would never understand me. His hand fisted in my hair, and I felt him grow impossibly harder beneath me. “Don’t say that s**t unless you mean it because I’m already in too deep. I can’t explain it to myself any more than I can to you. I just know that you’re meant to be mine.” “You don’t mean that.” My heart beg
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