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Pure Blood
"Oswald, do you think the boarding decision is right for Maia?" Asher's accusing voice drifted into my ear, jolting me up from my sleep. He was talking in a whisper as if he didn't want to wake me up. I tried to feel my surroundings, and due to the smell that drifted into my nose and the soft bed, I only had one thought: Wyatt's Mansion. They brought me back. But upon recalling the question Asher had just posed, I tried to stay quiet. So the rules were really made up because of me, and I wasn't being paranoid? Great, he wanted to separate Wyatt and my closeness. "Strange things kept piling up about my mate," he muttered possessively, and that left me amazed for a few minutes. So he's still ascertaining dominance right now? I had the idea that he must be directing it to Wyatt. "I don't
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