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... > Not because I wanted to. God, no. After three days of magical imprisonment, press conferences, and nightmare-sharing with my demon husband, the last thing I wanted was to return to my boring data analyst job and pretend everything was normal.
But Azryth insisted.
"You need to maintain appearances," he’d said over breakfast (prepared by invisible staff, served on china that was probably older than my great-grandparents). "Suddenly quitting your job would raise questions."
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