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Chapter 33: Kosti
“I absolutely will not tolerate Chort’s hairball in my banya.” Morozko uttered a string of curses, peeling his shirt off as he changed into pajama pants. Anya sat on her bed, petting Aym, her eyebrows raised.
“He is my familiar, and his name is Aym,” Anya said. “And it is not just your banya, I live here too. And now, so does Aym. Is that right, little beast?” Anya scritched Aym’s pert ears.
Aym purred with laughter. “Bannik, surely there is room in your dive for a dapper cat like me?”
Morozko narrowed his eyes. “The schmoozing cat sleeps outside the door. I will not have a cherti spying on us in our sleep, waiting to eat you,” he said through gritted teeth.
Aym grinned. “Let's put my bruised past behind us, eh? I'm now the faithful servant of my witch mistress. And I'm sure we can agree that her so
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