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Misty POV Wyatt had a pensive expression, his furrowed brow and tight lips revealing his inner turmoil. As I sat in his room, the air felt heavy with uncertainty. He hesitated, his mouth opening and closing, as if grappling with his words. Restlessly, Wyatt paced back and forth, the creaking of the wooden floorboards accompanying his agitated movements. I couldn't help but feel a knot of worry tighten in my stomach. Whatever he was about to reveal, it must be something grave for him to be so visibly nervous. Finally, he joined me on the bed, surprising me by removing his shirt. His voice barely above a whisper, he muttered an incantation. My breath caught in my throat as I watched in disbelief. A tattoo slowly materialized on his chest, its intricate design spreading down his arm. "Wya
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