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she is perfect.
she is beautiful.
she is moonlight.
but not mine.
not theirs.
not anyone's.
moon belongs to sky.
cannot be captured.
cannot be owned.
only allows us to look and worship.
"I'm ready," she says.
music in her voice.
sounds like she's trying to be happy.
"You look absolutely divine, goddess," Raven says.
whisper in voice.
awe in eyes.
"Surhiiran silks suit you perfectly."
she smiles.
can tell from her eyes.
from way they crinkle at corners.
"They're certainly comfortable," she says.
runs hands down fabric.
over breasts, stomach, hips.
eyes travel over us toNOon the wall.
moonlight eyes widen.
"What the fuck isthat?"
she points at wall.
"It was him." Nikolai points at me.
I growl.
traitor.
