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... the stairs to room 217 at the Oak Knot. My backpack sat exactly where I’d left it. I wasted no time grabbing for it and looking around in one final sweep.
Because if I stopped too long, Vrika would stir in agitation. Restless in my mindscape because... my mind was also restless. My wolf kept replaying the moment Kyrie had pinned that rogue and the moment I brushed close to her.
The deadly promise in her voice that I fully believed she’d make good on if needed. The way she’d froze ...
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