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... t making out in an elevator," she teased.
Azrael smirked, reaching for the champagne and pouring slowly into the glasses. "I wasn’t the one clinging to me like a startled kitten."
Her cheeks instantly warmed. "I was not clinging."
"You were," he said smoothly, sliding a glass toward her. "You practically tried to merge with my chest."
Athena scoffed, taking the glass. "That woman was judging us with her soul. What was I supposed to do?"
His expression soft ...
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