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Chapter 58: Lily Earrings
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As the minutes passed, slow as a damn turtle, the young woman regretted more and more that she hadn't asked the demon to take her along with him to find a place for her to spend a while. Artemisia had already told some isolated details of the small square, how many weeds were being born among the bricks on the ground, the amount of thrush that swam in the fountain behind her. When she went to pay attention to the time, she was hopeful that at least twenty minutes had passed, but the reality was really a slap in the face. Artemisia was prepared to go back to looking for something insignificant and in large numbers to tell, when she realized that there was an old diary and a yellowed letter in her bag. She remembered that she was reading one of the pages Delfine had written in the diary when the car mysteriously stopped in the middle of the road. She began to fiddle with her purse in search of that diary, it wasn't hard to feel her fingertips go through the leather cover, the young w
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Geon's chest was slowly becoming the best place to relax, as strange as it was not to hear any heartbeats, Artemisia didn't care about it. His skin was too soft for her to think of anything else, it still had the soft touch of the demon, making small circles on the young woman's back. That was all enough for her to care only about Geon's cold breathing, which brushed the skin of the young woman's face. It felt good, having that lull hugging her tightly, being away from the mansion was the most pleasurable thing Artemisia had done since early spring. "Can't sleep?" Artemisia lifted her face, feeling the demon's chest vibrate as he spoke. "I don't think I'm sleepy." She replied as she traced her finger down Geon's forearm. The demon was hugging the young woman, in a way that felt more like he was trying to stop her from getting out of that bed, that cozy little place in the cottage. It was a little strange, but Artemisia could understand. Perhaps Geon was afraid that another nig
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