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“Angelea, Angelea, please don’t leave me, please, please, darling, come back to me.” He was strong and dark and brutally handsome. Anyone who saw him went the other way…but not her. He was a man to be reckoned with. She knew he scared people, but she never understood why. Now he cried out her name as his long dark hair hung in his black eyes, tears rolling down his cheeks as he frantically worked over her body.

She wanted to reassure him, tell him she’d be fine, but she felt herself fading. Felt her life ending, her breath failing and her heart aching. She didn’t want to leave him. She had to stay, but all her strength was gone. She had no energy to fight anymore. Then everything went black…

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