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... lamb all curled up like a ball in his bed. She had buried herself in his duvet, and her small frame was outlined by the blanket. When he approached his bedside, he no longer perceived the tempting scent of her blood but instead, a sweet floral scent that was pleasantly familiar to his nostrils.
Dropping the cup of warm tea on the bedside table, Ivan gently pulled the blanket to reveal his little lamb’s face, but she gave no reaction to his presence. Her eyes were squeezed shut, eyebrows ...
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