Called by the Token: Her True Mate
eave, presumably for their we
said, my v
her hand flying to her mouth as if I' d star
is face darkening. "What is it, S
," I said, my eyes fixed on Chloe.
don't know what you mean. I ne
stepping in front of Chloe protectively. "This isn't he
itter sound. "You call destroying
e. "Don't bring t
to be a happy day." She looked at me, her eyes full of feigned pity
on in her voice
rstand perfectly. You're a manipulative liar, Chloe.
out, striking m
He'd never hit me in our first life, not direc
ed, his face contorted with anger. "Blame me, no
the unspoken threat
oot c
him, a small, triumphant, pit
ek burning. My voice was cold, devoid of the emoti
e. "You've made your cho
rily uncertain, t
her eyes wide with manufactu
again. "You brought this
leading C
lap on my skin, the image of the
ulsed, a fr
long
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