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She made a slow turn as she loosened her ponytail and shook her head; her hair streamed down her back like a glossy black waterfall. She finished her spin. Her focus landed on me, and the air caught in my throat. My Wolf stirred. Her body went rigid; her sultry gaze hardened as she stared at me. I'd know those moonlit eyes anywhere. She ran and grabbed hold of the stage right pole. Her feet left the floor as she wrapped her legs around the brass and spun.
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