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... s duvet. Her face, usually etched with arrogance, now looked innocent.
Seeing her in such a helpless state, a twisted, victorious smile spread across my lips. Did she really think she could escape me? Did she think that by destroying the house and taking my two playthings, she had won?
But a nagging question surfaced. I didn’t know how Gwenneth’s bedroom could be here. As far as I remembered, I had never slept with her. Or... had she slept with me while I was unconscious? When? M ...
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