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CHAPTER 197

Lyra

"Okay. Okay. Calm down. Think, Lyra. Let's think. You got here late May, right? First heat hit maybe three days in? You wore that tiny little towel. He saw you. He growled. He pinned you to the kitchen counter. You came. He made you beg. And then he—oh my God, he knotted you. Right there. O...