Chapter 454

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WHO IS THIS OLD WITCH? SIGRID The narrow black iron bed, wooden walls, the ceiling with slightly neglected beams, the old armchair by the window, and a few wooden trunks in the corner.

Everything looks worn down, brokenbut not dirty, not unpleasant.

T remembered my parents' cabin.

Last night, I brought you here.

It'sa place I've always wanted to return to, he confessed, and my heart squeezed at his words.

He hasnt outright said it, but I think his parents are dead.

Maybe they died trying to save him when he was taken.

Maybe they couldnt bear the pain of losing him.

I dont know, and I dont want to rip open those wounds.

Did you spend the whole night cleaning? If it was abandoned, where the hell did you get these sheets? I frowned, suddenly realizing something obvious.

Well...

no one was here.

even think

just needed to rest with

My mind was...

gaze sweeping over the details of

how could you think nothing would change after so long? Goddess,

to get up and get dressed

moaning like a bitch in heat! All the filthy things we did in this bed! BAM! I jumped at the loud thud outside, followed by a muttered curse and the creak of the old front door

and I locked eyesmine panicked,

In my frantic rush to get up, I tangled myself in the sheets and nearly face-planted

caught me

careful.

Dont panic.

out first, he

time

at corn, turning just in time to watch him stand gloriously nakeda sight for my perverted eyes if I

dark mist wrapped around his body again, forming a layer of shadow-clad

Incredible.

thought of using magic that

gaze flicking between him and the door, expecting someone

Everything will

stepping through the creaking

to the chair where all my clothes were neatly folded, quickly wiping between my legs with a handkerchief from

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