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Dmitri woke from his nightmare still able to smell the light musky scent of Anastasia's skin. His wildly beating heart and sweat-covered flesh had him whipping back the thin sheet and rising from his bed. Many years ago, he'd made a tentative peace with Cheri, but at times like this, he wanted to wrap his fingers around her throat and rip her head from her body. She'd changed, he'd changed, but thoughts of Anastasia always brought his violent side to the ...