Victoria Ribot

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“I was invited,” he said lightly. Then he sniffed, and his eyes went dark. Too dark for a human. “Oh, my. This just got far more interesting.” Fuck. He could scent her on us. Scent us. And the way we were connected. “What are the chances that the three of you would find a mate? I guess I underestimated her at Club Spectre.”
Victoria Ribot
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The Point of No Return
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