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THE THINGS I DON'T FEEL

作者: Lia's Ink
last update 公開日: 2026-03-13 19:02:54

🐺ADRIAN🐺

I watched the way Isora's jaw worked.

Clenching. Unclenching. Like she was physically restraining herself from saying something that would get her killed.

She was losing control.

And that was exactly what I wanted.

Isora was not a rogue. She was far more than that. Something else entirely.

And I would find out what soon enough.

I had my suspicions. Theories. But nothing concrete yet.

The most pressing question was her scent.

Or rather, her complete lack of o
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