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... storm bottled up inside her fluffy little body. Her eyes were locked on Zyran, unblinking, blazing like blue fire.
"Glimora—" Isabella’s voice was gentle, coaxing, almost pleading, "don’t be mad, it’s fine. Cyrus is going to cook."
But Glimora wasn’t hearing her. Not one word. Her ears were flat, tail swishing with that dangerous kind of rhythm that screamed: I’m about to ruin this man’s entire existence.
Zyran, to his credit, didn’t panic. No—he was Zyran, after all. Ins ...
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