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... ws but keeping her glances toward Azareel when she thought no one noticed, her fur flattening, her shoulders relaxing despite herself.
Virelya stretched across the cold stones, her coils moving like silk in the shadows, her face unchanging but her tail looping just faintly behind Azareel’s back—close, but not touching.
Not yet.
Sylvara, kneeling beside him, let a single vine rest against his shoulder, her touch holding no drain, no seduction—just warmth, tentative and rea ...
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