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Thirty-Four

Ivan’s POV

I paced back and forth the length of my study, hands clamped behind my back, cursing ever so often and kicking at any of the poor furniture that got in my way. Lilith sat on one of the visitor’s chair, watching me pensively. Forty eight hours. It had been forty eight goddamn hours since I last saw her. I was going crazy.

Was she thinking about me? The way I thought about her? This obsessive, compulsive and almost destructive way? Where was she right now? Was she laughing and happy? While I writhed here in agony, wasting away for all she cared? Was she with that stupid little werewolf friend of hers who touched her far too familiarly in ways that made me want to rip his arms off? All I’d done since she got here was spoil her. So why the fuck was she not here!

“Goddamit!” I swore, exploding all of a sudden and whirling around to face her.

“I can’t take it anymore. I need her back! Today!”

“Ivan. Come on. You can give her a bit more time. You’re acting like two weeks when it’s
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