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Fucking Brown orbs

Deluna Hansen. 

"Luna, what's Belvedere's best color?" Evra, Belvedere's twin sister directs me the thirteenth question, the eleventh hard question and probably the eight one I would fail. I bite my bottom lip and lean my moist self back into Belvedere's embrace for a clue, determined not to loose for the ninth time.

"No telling. No cheating." She cautions, glaring at my new suspicious position. He laughs but turns out to be too cutely loving as he whispers me a reply, one that turns to be a surprising one.

"Talk already, Luna or I'll count and pour." She threatens.

I laugh and give a laconic reply, " Lavender." I say, causing her to frown as she picks up a wine glass filled with the Italian Barbera. I watch her gulp its content down her throat and drop it on the dining table. "Your turn," she says.

"The relationship between witches and werewolves?" My question seems to make

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