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... m the tub behind me.
"What... what are you saying?" I whispered, my voice unsure.
She placed the bowl gently on the small wooden table. "I was assigned to come help you prepare for the meeting."
I swallowed hard. My eyes drifted to the fading steam in the air, the wet floor, the soft glow of the candle. It all felt real. I wasn’t dreaming. And yet...
’If that wasn’t her... then who brushed my hair? Who told me about the Lycans?’
A sharp sting pulsed in my ...
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