Called by the Token: Her True Mate
he county clerk' s office h
icense, my name, Savannah
ed as I reache
d defied my family, my co
a dull, constant ache behind my ribs, a reminder
andsome face eager
e the ink could touch the pa
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e through the
ne, replaced by a st
his voice low, "I can
art s
marry Chl
d innocence, her manipulations from my firs
was reborn. We
out, Liam?" I managed, m
family will do. It was my fault. I'll get an annulment in a week, I swear. Then I'
the naive girl who be
e the agony he'd put me through, the loss of ou
the one I' d forced
call, my kinsmen would
t the torn pieces o
of the painful grip
, washed over me, followed by the f
said, my voice s
ank you, Savannah. You do
urned and hurried out of the of
ched
wouldn't run
would honor my be
ade his ch
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