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“Rose, wait!”Rose’s feet were rooted to the floor. She bowed her head, her hands clenching at her sides. “You can’t stop me,” she said, refusing to face him. “You know I have to do this.”“I know,” said Sebastian. “But I have to do this first.”“Do what—”Sebastian whirled her to face him, one of his hands taking ahold of her jaw as he drew her in for a kiss. Rose’s eyes widened as his lips pressed against hers, chapped but warm and soft. And then, just like that, it was over. Sebastian’s dark eyes smoldered with something unidentifiable.“You have to go,” he reminded her, his brows creasing in a pained expression.“Right,” said Rose dazedly.And when she stood before Voldemort, staring at the green light shooting towards her, she could still feel the heat of his palm on her cheek and the press of his lips against hers.