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Weston's POV
I walked out of my office, rubbing my eyes with exhaustion. I got to the dining table and smelt out the slight remnant of Natalie scent. She had been at the dining table about two hours ago for her dinner.
We had been eating separately for a while now. With all the issues that were surrounding the situation with Asher and the duties I was always surrounded with, we barely had time to talk or even eat together like before.
I sighed as I contemplated sending a guard to call her so we could talk while I ate. I pushed away the thought because she probably was already fast asleep, or she was engrossed reading a vampire novel. I still could not understand her obsession with those creatures and books about them. It made me curious. Did vampires actually exist?
If werewolves
