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... gently against her hip as she carried him, his arms slack, his silver-white hair tousled, looking oddly content for someone who’d just been dragged away mid... well, milking.
His silver eyes, gazed up at her with that infuriating innocence.
"Put me down?" he asked politely, his voice soft, carrying no hint of complaint.
"No," she snapped, her pace quickening, the alleys narrowing around them like veins constricting.
"I can walk..." he tried again, his tone gentle ...
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