Bond Remembered
She stopped just before reaching Matthew, her eyes scanning Mathew. There was a question in them, a spark of recognition. Mathew whispered her name, the sound caressing the quiet evening air, his voice thick with emotion. At the sound of her name, Nia’s ears perked up, her gaze intensifying. Her nostrils flared as she took in Mathew’s scent, her brain working overtime to connect the dots.
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