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“I love you, Anya, my mate. You have my soul eternally.” She ran her delicate fingers over my back, where my wings were retracted. “I love you too, Hugo. My gargoyle. My lover.” After another breath, she added, “My mate.”
Mated to the Gargoyle (Mated to the Monster)
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