When she’d scented him—his warm, woodsy smell—she’d really wondered if she finally crossed over into the land of insanity from where she would never return. Truth was, she wouldn’t even complain. It would be such an utter relief from her day-to-day struggles she’d taken the permanent trip to la-la land to get away from here. But here he was. Drew Tao. Her mate. Who had left her. Who had taken her heart, stomped on it, and left it to wither and die. Screw his stupid, ridiculously perfect face, his dark eyes, his sculpted eyebrows that just looked perfect naturally, and the horse he road in on. Another growl sounded in her throat. She’d already attacked him and, unfortunately, had realized one minute in she would never really be able to kill him. Fighting proved fruitless. So, damn it. She had to get him out of her town, out of her life, before she did something stupid like begging him to explain why he’d done what he did, or worse, asking him to please take her with him.
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