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... de her as she held onto her pillow tightly. But this pillow wasn’t the same fluffy, soft one she knew from her own bed. This one was firm, and warm, and it seemed to be breathing.
She opened her eyes slowly, her vision blurry at first before the soft morning light of the room came into focus. She looked around. The dark, masculine furniture, the heavy velvet curtains, the tall, imposing bookshelves...
"This isn’t my room," she said, her voice a low, sleepy whisper.
A deep ...
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