Desiree

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“I stayed for you, little witch. Because I couldn’t bear to be apart from you. Because you’re mine.” The corner of his lip tilted up, exposing a canine tooth. “I’ve never had somebody of my own. Somebody to…” His voice choked up. “Love.” 
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