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Chapter 12 – Forbidden Kiss
Author: B.L. Sinclair
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The rain came down in sheets, pounding on the narrow alleyway and turning the asphalt into a mirror of silver ripples. The sound of their ragged breathing was louder than the distant hum of the city, every heartbeat a drumbeat of survival. Adanna pressed her back against the cold brick wall, her palm still gripping Ethan’s arm. She wasn’t sure if she was holding him steady or if it was him holding her.

They’d run for what felt like hours, weaving through dimly lit streets, dodging the shadowy f
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