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"Are you avoiding me, Black?" he asks. His voice is deceptively soft.
"I would have to care to avoid you. I do not." I pull my wrist free and step back.
"It seems otherwise," he smirks. "Like how any room I enter, you somehow leave."
"Coincidence."
"I don't think so."
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Lyra Black didn't know what she was getting herself into when she crossed paths with the Dark Lord's son, Mattheo Riddle, last year. Now, she wants to forget it ever happened and stay far away-but Mattheo doesn't see it that way. To him, she isn't just a person; she's his. And some mistakes, no matter how much you try to run from them, refuse to stay buried.
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