The Lycan’s Fated Mate
“Lie, I am. I’m making a mental spreadsheet.”
Dmitry smiled more openly, and went to one of the shelves, pulling out a thick book with a navy blue cover.
“Then here’s another point for your chart. This is Don Quixote, original Spanish edition. First printing from the eighteenth century.”
“Really?!” She approached slowly, almost reverently as she extended her hand to touch the book, but stopped a few centimeters from the cover. “May I?”
“You may do anything, Susan.” He said with calm intensity, watching her as if every small gesture of hers was important.
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