Faking the Mate Bond
Izumi said.
“Oh? Is it lunchtime already?” I asked.
Izumi smiled nervously, fixing her spectacles, “no, princess… It's dinner time now. It’s pretty late.”
I tensed my brows, looking at the night sky outside the window.
What? But I came here just a few hours ago. Or so it felt. Time didn’t fly, it disappeared. All my days and nights are the same — strange, short and silent.
“Oh, it’s late,” I mumbled, zoning out. “Are you going to close the library now?”
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