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Dylan nodded. Actually, he was telling the truth. Through his nightmares, he realized he had been reborn.

"In that nightmare," he continued, "I saw myself hurting you—in ways I can’t even begin to describe." His throat tightened as the images flashed before his eyes—her pain, her suffering, her tragic end.

Ava’s fingers slackened in his grasp, her pulse quickening. His insides clenched in nervousness when he saw the change in her expression. But he had already ...

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