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Mine.

The word rose again, unbidden.

Possessive.

Ancient.

Terrible.

I crushed it down.

She is not yours to claim.

She is not yours to break.

She is not yours to bind to your curse.

Serena shifted her books and started down the corridor.

Toward me.

My muscles locked.

The bond flared instantly.

Awareness.

Recognition.

She slowed.

Just slightly.

Her gaze flicked to the shadows where I stood.

Did she—no.

She couldn’t see me.

Not fully.

But maybe she felt me.

Of course she did.

The thread between us pulsed like a living thing.

Her breath hitched.

Just barely.

And my restraint snapped tight in response.

Leave.

Now.

Before she finds you.

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