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FALLING FOR THE WEREWOLF
Watching him smile as he let go of her, Astrid’s cheeks grew red. She just couldn’t gaze into his eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly. “I looked so silly,” mumbled Astrid. Before she’d turn away from him, he pulled her towards him and told her, “I’m glad you’re here for me.” Unsure of what had gotten into Davies, Astrid asked him, “Did something happen?” He ended up awkwardly staring at her without uttering a word. The only thing that Astrid discerned from the expression on his face was a sense of grief. Upon being asked about the reason for that, the guy stood still like a stone. Unwilling to talk about it, Astrid decided that it should be the matter of some other day. Instead he wore back his shirt and informed her, “There’s this beautiful place here th
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