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28: There she is

作者: Miss M Valentine
last update 公開日: 2026-06-13 09:00:09

VALERIE’S POV:

Get dressed.

The words stayed in the air between us, colder than the apartment, colder than the fear crawling beneath my skin.

For a moment, I didn’t move.

I just stared at Marek, searching for the man who had given me water. The man who had draped a duvet over my legs. The man who had looked at me like maybe, just maybe, I was something he hadn’t meant to ruin.

But he was gone.

The wolf stood in his place.

His eyes
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