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... ght, ’sweetheart’ ?"
Darius’ breath ghosted over Xion’s cheek. His words were deceptively gentle. But those venomous green eyes betrayed his real intentions.
Xion had called him an antique artifact, of all things. An ominous, cursed relic!
Oh, he’d show Xion exactly how dangerous a "cursed relic" could be.
Leaning down even more until his nose touched the warm skin, he tilted his head to a perfect angle, letting his lips hover over Xion’s soft, milky cheek.
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