Red (Book 1)
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Contenu pour adultesTerminé mar., juin 10, 20141h 48m
Paris, France
Phoenix stood shivering in town square, waiting for Damion, her mate, in the rain. People flourished and bustled around as she searched the brunette.
She glanced down at her watch, which read six o'clock. He was to be there by five.
A small movement in the shadows caught her eye, and the familiar smell of cigarette smoke filled the young wolfs nose. Smirking, she made her way through the crowd over to an ally way.
Damion flicked his cigarette at her and smiled as she approached, and shot her a knowing glance. She laughed, and smacked his arm playfully.
"I've always loved your sense of pride." she said, and kissed his lush lips. Damions smile grew wider as here turned the favor, kissing Phoenix back.
"I know." he said, and put out his cigarette.
"Got any names picked out?" Phoenix asked as she looked down at her growing fetus.
Damion looked over to her, his eyes full of wonder.
"Let's call her... Red."
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