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The Lycan King's Puppet - Chapter 41: The Picnic
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... herself up for being made to look like a fool.
How had she ended up sleeping in his room? On his bed?
Was she out of all her wits? She kept asking herself.
Claire ran a hand through her hair.
Nothing happened, she repeated to herself. If it did, she wouldn’t have been fully clothed. And she would have felt different...
Besides, he wasn’t that kind of man. Or, was he?
The events of the previous evening blurred in her memory.
And the poem. ...
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