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31. The call
I watched his retreating back and I focused my attention on my heart, pounding hard like a drum in my chest. What was actually happening right now? Did he know someone was behind this mirror? Did he know it was me? Why would he leave if he knew? Or maybe he was just one cocky bastard who was just admiring his own reflection? Yes, that must be it. High Ranked wolves are usually very self centered, and he fit perfectly into this statement. I was so conflicted about that whole Lieutenant Poe. He was undeniably handsome and sexy, but his intentions towards a real Moray, who is me, aren't any good. And I don't suppose that the fact that we are Mates, whatever that actually means, would make any difference here. He's after all a taken man, so I shouldn't dwell on that preposterous idea. Da
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