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Another Master
***Astrid's POV*** She was a virgin. And she was so excited. But most of all, her moans of pleasure were like a sweet melody. I let myself lose control. When she opened her eyes, I saw her eyes go from blurry and unfocused to completely sober. And when I told her the standard story I give everyone, she reacted differently. She knew I told the truth. She knew of deities. And when her eyes turned white, I knew she had been serving someone. But who? And why would she react that way? She ran out of the room as if Jörmungandr himself was coming for her and Ragnarok was here. Since I was focusing on her, I am still dressed. Maybe she just needs a minute to gather herself. I'm sure she's locked in the bathroom, panicking a little. My train of thought was interrupted by Mag
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