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... he wild, murky yellow hair.
He stood lazily from his bed, stretching as if the heavy air of the room didn’t weigh on him at all. His smirk never left. Even now, it clung to his face like a brand.
"Well, well," he drawled, voice soaked in feigned amusement. "If it isn’t our little Oliver. Still breathing, huh?"
Zephyr turned his head slowly.
His eyes weren’t on Zephyr though, instead they were trained on Oliver.
Oliver, who had stiffened. Whose jaw clenched ...
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