Chapter 14 The Little Wife and the Chocolate Pact

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Where the hell had she been running from?

I froze in the doorway, eyes scanning her trembling form. Bare feet? No slippers?

I adjusted the thick-rimmed glasses Damon and Leo insisted I wear to hide my bruised face. Professor chic or not, it did the job. For now, I played nice.

I stopped in ...

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