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... d the unspoken agreement that ’no one’ would ever speak of the "cockhead incident" ever again.
Or at least, Kaida wouldn’t.
She sat cross-legged on the cold floor, her arms folded tightly over her chest, glaring daggers at Viktor.
Viktor, for his part, looked ridiculous.
He sat opposite her, also naked, but with a strip of torn fabric from his own ruined shirt tied firmly around his eyes.
"Are you done staring?" he asked, his head tilted slightly.
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