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(Somewhere in New York)
Eros staggered backward, his piercing gaze locked on the woman before him. Despite her presence-a face he had once been drawn to-he felt a disconcerting absence of emotion.
"Don't you miss me?" she smirked, her tone laced with malice. "I expected you to fall at my feet and worship me."
Eros's jaw clenched, his dark eyes n
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