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... same shade but colder, sharper. His jaw was strong, clean-shaven, and his skin smelled faintly of something expensive—like leather and spice, but he looked nothing like Craig Lesnar.
This was the face behind the whispers. The man she’d been imagining ever since she arrived at Belford. Rumors had teeth, but reality had claws—and now she was face to face with it.
Merlina stood still, memorizing him. No tattoos. No piercings. No hint of the monster she thought she’d see. Just a man ...
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