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Aria's POV.

His grip on my wrist was unrelenting, his fingers digging into my skin as he yanked me closer. The sudden force stole my breath, and I stumbled forward, my free hand instinctively pressing against his chest to create some distance. "Zander, let go!" I snapped, my voice sharp with anger, but he didn't even flinch.

Before I could push him away, he leaned down