Jace Donovan wasn’t used to this.
Not the heat in his chest.
Not the gnawing in his stomach.
Not the cold, ugly, out-of-nowhere feeling he couldn’t name.
Jace Donovan wasn’t used to this.
Not the heat in his chest.
Not the gnawing in his stomach.
Not the cold, ugly, out-of-nowhere feeling he couldn’t name.
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