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Early in the morning, still at dusk, Aznar gently stroked the girl on the cheek. Deja did not immediately realize that this was not a dream.

"I'll miss you," the man whispered and kissed her on the ear. Then Deya dozed off again and did not hear him leave.

Then I woke up when it was light. Because it's cold. Beria slept next to him, on his back, arms outstretched. His chest heaved steadily.

The girl froze, afraid to wake him up, although the dream was strong. She took a moment to look at the man closely, without blushing or taking her eyes off his jokes.

Her red hair fell loosely over the white pillow. The werewolf had very beautiful features, especially now, while relaxed. A straight nose, strong-willed chin, long curled eyelashes that also shine with copper. Deya even found a couple of freckles on her cheeks. Clear cheekbones, sensual lips. Tattoos on the chest and shoulders, slightly convex, similar to the ligature of ancient runes.

Deamara propped herself up on her elbows, loomin
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