Called by the Token: Her True Mate
wedding guests, if there had been any b
l locked i
from the hallway,
odness! Li
y ear to th
omach... Savannah... I th
d voice. "Chloe! Are yo
re, his face a mask of fury. Chloe was clingin
ine white of her dress, near her wa
me with wide, tear-filled eyes. "But please, don't hurt my
parted ways? She wa
lood," then at me, hi
! Take her to the old root cellar. She'll stay there
oot c
, gripped me. Not again.
voice shaking. "She's faking it, Lia
t in front of me," he said, his voice like i
peared, the same ones
abbed m
screamed. "No! Liam,
oe gave me a fleeting, venom
rious room, down service stairs
n door. The smell of
the door slammed shut, th
d. The suffoc
rt floor, tremor
ntless, the phantom pains of my lost children,
nd stronger, a desperate call echoing i
l them. Dra
nse now, a fire in my chest, b
day, I knew t
ved. I didn't want them to see me like this, to
door. "Liam! Ple
me. Finally, the
ression wary. "Are you re
e. "I'm sorry. I was upset. I
logy, but it was wh
r of relief in his eyes. "Goo
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