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Chapter 10
Chapter 10 Dominic's POV "Wait up", Morgana screeched, attempting to jog quickly to my side with her ridiculously high heels. I was honestly impressed she hadn't sprained an ankle just yet. Either way, it was very spot on accurate to assume I was not in the best of moods. No. I was royally pissed or more like my brain was a scrambled mess. That was the effect of setting my eyes on Clara after so many years. She looked as ravishing as ever, except her eyes had lost their usual spark. Regardless, she was still my Clara. Morgana reached my side after a few struggling minutes, looping her arm in mine. I took a deep breath, attempting to tamp down my growing anger. Yet, the little action did nothing to console me, if anything, it only made it worse by causing Morgana's scent to invade
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