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Chapter Forty-Four
Charles hummed as he fixed Elizabeth dinner, he wondered if living with a human for so long had made him weird. Pleasure filled him when he did things like cooking for her, seeing her fed had nothing to do with being practical for him, it was like he had a primitive need to hunt and feed his, what would she be childe? Mate? Lover? His Elizabeth, he liked that best, it was like a grooming instinct as well he liked to fuss over her hair and dress her in pretty things. She should have pretty things, soft and warm against her pretty pale skin. Seeing what she could do, put him in a bit of a mood. He knew there were reasons why she hadn't used her gift against him, reasons she probably couldn't bring herself to think about, but that didn't make them any less valid. He liked to think it
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