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Hazel sat on the edge of the bed that night with the book in her hands and her elbows leaning against her thighs.

She knew not what to do with this piece of information, what was all these implying?

She turned to Luca on the bed where he lay still, breathing softly. His chest rising and falling.

He looked so at peace.

His long lashes were fluttered closed and his hand was resting upon his chest, which rose and fell in a peaceful state.

What was the writer implying?

What did the wolf things mean?

Is Luca some sort of.... Shape shifter?

That is not even possible that is the kind of stuff that happens in fairy tales and folklore.

There is simply absolutely no way in heavens any of it could be real. Right?

Hazel remembered the second paragraph of the damned note again.

Cut him with a knife?

Never, not even she was crazy she would not dare cut her husband with a knife.

Especially not over some stupid note written by some obscene mystery writer.

Luca belongs in her heart now.

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