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“Are you okay, Little One?” His brows furrowed in a concerned expression. “Ye-yes,” I stammered, my voice sounding strangled. I cleared my throat. “I was just—wondering…” My cheeks warmed. I cleared my throat and tilted my head. “Are you hungry?”
Mated to the Gargoyle (Mated to the Monster)
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