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CHAPTER 492
~Zara's POV~
Ella shot me a sideways glare. "We're not moving in together."
"Yet," I corrected. "Give it a few weeks in the Lycan Kingdom and I guarantee someone's toothbrush will migrate."
"That's not how this works," Ella muttered, though the colour rising in her cheeks said otherwise.
"I'm just saying," I drawled, "first it's one drawer. Then it's half the closet. Then you're fighting over the last clean towel and who used up the last of the soap."
"I don't use soap," Richard said flatly.
Ella blinked. "What?"
"I mean, I use the natural pine and volcanic charcoal blend." He raised an eyebrow. "You really think I'd use generic soap?"
"Oh my goddess," I groaned. "You're one of those. The kind that smells like a wilderness catalog and heartbreak."
Richard smirked. "I have standards."
Ella just covered her face again and laughed into her palms. "I should've left when I had the chance."
