Thirty

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Kane: I kept trying to convince myself that Francesca Hawthorne was nothing extraordinary. I kept telling myself that her kindness towards our beasts made us so fascinated with her and nothing more. Yet, even in the darkness of our bedroom, I could see her radiance, her beauty so soft. Francesca Hawthorne… her name was just as sweet on my lips as the scent of her perfume. "Kaison healed Jett." Kruel stood in the corner of our room, his arms crossed, his eyes glued to Francesca just as mine were. Kaison's magic healed Jett faster because of his shifter ability. But Francesca was no wolf, and those bloody bandages painting her chest prove that. "I think we should talk," Kaison said softly, walking into the room with a desolate expression. "Can't it wait?" I asked, still unable to tak

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