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Elora Blackwell I never planned on becoming collateral damage in my own ambitions. I came to Valeris to reclaim control-over my career, my name, my life. What I didn't account for was him: Adrik Vey-too charming for someone with such sharp edges. Every message, every late-night distraction, draws a line between everything I've built and everything I might be willing to risk. This isn't a love story. It's a negotiation. One I'm dangerously close to losing. Adrik Zelda She thinks this game started when I texted her back. Truth is, I've been circling her orbit long before she noticed. Elora Callen doesn't bend easily, and that makes every crack in her armor feel like a victory. I'm not the hero. I'm the glitch in her system she didn't anticipate. But every rule she sets only makes me want to rewrite the ending-and maybe, for once, stay.
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