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How I treat my enemies
Anabella's POV I was stunned by his words. I gave him a puzzled look but realized his eyes were closed, acting like he said nothing. ''You smell of nutmeg mixed with fresh honey.'' He murmured in a deep, husky voice while he sniffled deeply. I scoffed at his words and shook my head. Silence enveloped the whole place, and I had to speak up out of curiosity. "Who owns this town?" I inquired. ''My grandmother.'' He replied, which got me curious. "How did she get such a big town?" I asked amazed while he shrugged his shoulders and spoke. ''Grandmother was the only child of her father, King Edwin, who was a hybrid.'' he explained, while I was in awe at his words and asked. ''And your grandfather?'' ''He is a werewolf," he replied, which made me furrow my eyebrows, confused because my mo
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