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... rough the den. "I roll in my sleep. I twitch. I spasm. I bite."
Azareel looked up, his eyes half-lidded, a faint, gentle smile curving his lips despite the pain etched into his face. "Okay."
She glared, her ears flattening.
"What do you mean ’okay’? That’s not—" Her words stumbled, her growl faltering as his warmth seeped into her skin, a quiet presence against the cold stone and colder memories.
"Please," he whispered, his voice breaking on the word, raw and plea ...
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