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Page 145 of Veiled Amor

“Yeah.”

Diego nodded, his eyes on the cabin behind Mateo.

Of course, his twin would be here.

They were headed in different directions for the first time in their life, and the prospect was daunting to them both.

Mateo swung his leg over his bike. “I’ll follow you down the mountain.”

He took one last look behind him.

It would be a long damn time before he saw Pasha again.

And when he did, the man would hate him even more.

THE END

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