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Who's The Father

[Ayla’s POV]

My heart hammers in my chest as I find myself getting lost in the depths of Aera’s dark eyes as they take me in, waiting for me to give him the go-ahead to close the distance between us and kiss me.

Was I actually going to allow this to continue? Was I really going to set myself up for more pain? I must be out of my fucking mind.

"Well?" Aera murmurs, lifting his hand to my cheek and gently running his fingers along my skin. "Are you going to stop me, or are you willing to take a chance?"

"I…" I begin but stop as the sound of Isabella rushing downstairs reaches my ears. "Issy?"

Turning, I watch as she comes toward us with something in her hand.

Frowning, I focus on the thing and feel my heart plummet to my feet as I realize exactly what it was that she found.

"Ayla!" She gasps, either not realizing that Aera was right there with me or not caring. "What in the hell is this?"

Before I can say anything, a hiss of shock escapes Aera’s lips, and I’m sure he too realizes exactl
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