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20. The Cursekeeper's Eye.

Penulis: Silver C. Stone
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-13 17:10:15

ABRAHAM

What am I even doing? Where do I think I’m going without her?

Zubat’s voice wouldn’t leave my head. It kept repeating the same thing, over and over, cutting through my thoughts.

“Never let her out of your sight. That was the deal.”

He’d said it once. Then again. And again. Now, I couldn’t even think straight, Only her image filled my mind, I missed her presence badly even though it was just few minutes.

The feel of her in my arms, the warmth of her skin against mine… the soft curves of her body, her pink nipples and perfectly molded boobs, the way her breath hitched when I touched her. I couldn’t wait to feel her again to explore every inch like it was the first time.

“The Velvet Night is today. Will you be attending?” Sam asked quietly.

“No,” I said sharply, not looking at him.

“Emilio De Caza. Don Noctis... they’ll be there.”

“I don’t care if those mafia wolf pricks show up,” I blurted. “We’ll still arrange the meeting for the settlements.”

I kept digging through the drawer
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