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“I’m sorry to disturb you, but there’s something you need to see.” Bartleby cleared his throat, a worried sound. “It’s important.” Morgan made a little noise in her sleep and burrowed closer to Xander’s chest. He put his nose into the dark mass of her hair and inhaled deeply, wondering if this would be the last time he’d ever be able to do it. The thought sent a spike of pain through his chest. “Amada,” he murmured. Beloved. He stroked a hand up her arm. “I need to leave for a minute.” She made another sleepy noise, protesting, and he pressed a kiss to her temple. “I don’t want to either, but I’ll bring you something to eat,” he whispered, nuzzling against her throat. She arched into him, responsive even when asleep, her fingers twined into his hair. He hardened instantly, eager for he
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