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132: Musings (Wyatt's POV)

Even while she slept, nerves radiated off of my mate. Her usual sweet scent was tinged with the bitter smell of burning, overcook pastries. It was so strong that for the first hour I wasn’t even sure she was actually sleeping. Only her even breathing and still body convinced me her slumber was merel...

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