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... iffled, cheeks still damp, as the room’s weight finally started to settle around me. Zavier had one arm banded tight around my waist, the other brushing through my hair, murmuring soothing little sounds that had my wolf practically melting into a puddle. But curiosity, it was my downfall. My feet carried me toward the shelves, wobbling only slightly as I peeled away from his grip.
"Michael." Zavier warned.
"I’m fine." I lied, wiping at my eyes. "I just... want to see."
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