“Ash.” Margaret knew her voice was trembling. “Why are you doing this?” “Because I adore you. Because you looked so stricken when… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
“You don’t love me,” she said slowly. “You’ve looked at me the same way from the instant we met.” His grip tightened… — Courtney Milan Copy Share Image
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