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The Empress Luna
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Luna's face had been shoved into Emperor Draco's sexy bare shoulder.
Eyes widening, she couldn't help but inhale his sandalwood and fresh citrus scent mixed with his natural musk.
She was guilty of inching closer to the Dragon Emperor not only that he had smelled good but she wanted to see—she meant, smell—what Draco had been talking about.
How did dragons smell like, according to him?
She also sniffed herself to check if it was indeed, similar to his.
Luna couldn't say if Draco had meant that she stinks of dragon breath or something or...
Did she assume Luna smelled like a dragon shape shifter?
Face flushing across her cheeks, she glanced at the direction of the Vampire King's throne.
Apollyon wasn't looking at what she did, sniffing the Dragon Emperor without his permission.
