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... ***[POV: Flee First Fox]***
Rolling over on the feel of single-ply, sateen Egyptian cotton - with a thread count higher than the population of some of the smallest shifter kingdoms in my world - made the light that cut through a gap in the curtains lance directly onto my face.
The disorienting brightness triggered memories of the night to my waking brain. Not just the heated breaths and tangled limbs. But practically everything after.
Whispering things I shouldn’ ...
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