Chapter 27 Chapter 27: The Ghost of a Touch

Rafael’s POV

I stomped through the halls of the estate, my boots echoing like gunshots against the stone floor. 

My heart was thumping a rhythm I didn't recognize—fast, messy, and loud.

"Get a grip," I snarled at myself, though the only thing answering me was the low, disappointed whine of my wol...

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