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Chapter 22
Azrael
Pink petals are gliding down from the sky in the most romantic way possible. I bet my mate is enjoying the view.
We are sitting on a pier, enjoying the setting sun together. Maze is leaning her head against my shoulder while both her arms are curled around one of mine. Her cheeks are rosy, and her eyes, framed by a million lashes, are locked on the salmon-colored sky.
"See, I told you it wouldn't be so bad going out on a date with me!" Maze is speaking in a softer tone than usual. Her smile is adorable. "Isn't this nice?"
I lean my head against hers, relishing the feel of her soft hair. "The view is indeed stunning. Thank you for taking me out here today,"
"You're very welcome," Maze sounds satisfied.
It's funny. I never thought I would come to like my mate, but I realize she is a piece of art after today. A silent smile touches my lips as I let my eyes roam over her brown hair cascading down her back.
Maze. Once you know how t
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