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21: Willow
Something felt... off.
Willow pulled away from Dante as he ran his fangs along her throat, his hands gripping at her hair and thigh. Her eyes flew around the room, searching for whatever made her feel strange until her eyes settled on the door. It appeared normal, but there was a strange aura is was giving off that it didn't give off before. The aura was black with a gold hue outlining it.
"Dante." she said as his tongue ran along her skin.
"Yes, my love?" his voice dipped low into his throat as his nipped at her ear. She shivered, but forced herself to push past her arousal and sit up, holding the blanket to her chest.
"Something's wrong." she told him, her eyes glued to the door. He finally sat up, looking from her to the door.
"What is it? What do you see?" he asks her as she clenched the blanket tightly.
"I-I don't know. The door. It's giving off a bad aura that it didn't have before." her eyes widened, "I think something was here." she said.
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