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... in and out of sleep after the bath, dozing with damp hair on his pillow, the smell of soap, iris, and his mate’s scent still clinging to him. Victor hadn’t returned. For once in the last week, the manor was silent, no footsteps, no low voice, no glint of crimson eyes at the edge of the room. Elias almost convinced himself he’d dreamt the whole thing.
Then, at six a.m. sharp, the mattress dipped.
"Up," Victor’s voice murmured against his ear, warm and maddeningly awake. "We’re goi ...
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