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... ept in, crimson rays stretching through the curtains, scattering across the floor. Somewhere outside, My crimson babies howled like hungry little wolves, and the birds—clearly angry about the cold—chirped in protest.
And me? I was a koala. A very stubborn, clingy koala.
Wrapped around Alvar like the world would end if I let go, my arms locked across his chest, my cheek pressed to his shoulder, and—most importantly—my leg was draped across his stomach in ultimate defense. If he tr ...
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