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The Shadows (The Paranormal Series #1)

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Amelia;
The shadows are following me. And along with them, follows blood-red eyes, dark hair, sharp canines, and a scorching touch.
I thought I was hallucinating...but not anymore.

Ares;
I lost my fated one not once or twice, but multiple times. Seeing her again made me long for her smile, her touch, her scent, and crave all the moments we had lost.
But I won't lose her...not in this lifetime.
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I felt his finger trail up from my arm...slowly...gently...up to my neck, and my head moved of its own accord, allowing him more access. His finger found its way to my face and he cupped my cheek.
Surprisingly, his hand was firm, warm, and gentle.
His eyes looked at me with so much sincerity and warmth.
He leans into my neck, and I stiffen up as I feel his sharp teeth grazing my neck.
I expected him to bite me so I tightly shut my eyes.
"Your fragrance bewitches my senses with an intoxicating allure."
I didn't think he'd speak, and I most definitely did not expect his voice to be so...deep and hoarse.
My mind finally registers the words he said, and so I opened my mouth to speak but a scream escapes instead as I feel him dig in his fangs.

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