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Giving Up
Ava must have made a noise then because Silas swore, and Marcus spun around to face her, his eyes flaring as he met her gaze. Humiliated beyond words but angrier than she had been even during their fight, Ava’s eyes refused to leave his, wanting him to look into their hazel depths and see every ounce of hatred she felt toward him. She wouldn’t give him her hurt, not ever again, but she could give him her hate and her rage. It was all he deserved from her. “Good to know I made the right call,” she managed without so much as a quiver in her voice. And because she needed an excuse for being there―it would be beyond mortifying for them to know she was there because she’d been harboring doubts and regrets about rejecting Marcus―she told the man who was no longer her mate, “I just wanted t
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