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Slowly, Lucian withdrew his hand from Rachel's face, which he had been gently caressing. His gaze shifted briefly to the wall clock. It was eleven at night. He took a deep breath, then rose from the side of the bed, looking at Rachel, who was still sound asleep, her face now calmer than before.
But the calmness on her face only made Lucian's chest