Reborn: Wooing My Cold Outcast Savior

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f the pine trees, stabbing directly into her pupils. A violent, throbbing pain expl

th, a sharp, agonizing sting shot up her right wrist. Her arm gave out. She

mhouse. She saw a distribution center. She saw herself acting like a completely different person. The sheer force of the mental collision made her visio

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eaves to her right. Les

scles in her neck screaming in protest. Her e

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ling its body, rising from the dirt. Its forked tongue flicked out, tasting the air. A low, bon

fingertips go numb with ice. She tried to scramble backward, but her twisted ank

bows. The rough bark of a fallen log scraped th

k. It was the universal, te

er arms over her face, her lungs frozen, w

kening thud

ly by the sound of someth

hitched. She cracked one eye open,

ad of the adder to the ground. The headless, thick body of the snake thras

over the dry branches. The sound ca

ms. She looked up int

ded, rough canvas jacket that looked like it had survived a war. His jawline was set li

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sive hand wrapping around the wooden handle of the machete. With on

nearby pine tree. The motion was so smooth, so indifferen

ed, chaotic memories swirling in her mind... Ernest. The name felt entirely foreign, yet it carri

esh blood on her forehead and the unnatural angle of her r

down. His large, calloused hand shot

His grip was entirely unforgiving. He haule

She pitched forward, crashing hard into a solid chest that

econd. But he didn't push her away. Instead, he shifted h

d nothing at all. With a rough, unceremonious

e could feel the steady, powerful thud of his he

ent jolt through Gisele's injured head. The world began

e. She opened her mouth, trying to force out a simple "thank you," but her v

isele's grip on his collar went slack. Her body went entire