Chapter 51 Fifty One

Rahl’s POV

A low growl ripped from the depths of my chest, so powerful that the carved teakwood beams of the pavilion visibly shuddered.

"Rahl..." Lola whispered, her raspy voice barely audible, her green eyes wide and shimmering with unshed tears as she looked up at me.

"Step aside," I ordered, ...

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