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The icy voice came from above.

Marcus gritted his teeth, propped himself up, and staggered to his feet. The moment he leaped off the balcony, blood gushed from his mouth in torrents.

Chloe Bishop stared at the man standing with his back to her. At this moment, to her, he might as well have been a god descending from heaven—breathtakingly magnificent.

She spoke from the bottom of her heart