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"You are being ridiculous," she whispered, but her voice lacked conviction. A tremor ran through her.
"Am I?" His eyes, usually so guarded, were stripped bare, revealing a raw, desperate need. "I hated every hand that touched you. Every eye that devoured you. Because you are mine, Lyra. You have become mine."
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