Chapter 92 The Souvenir of Deceit

“I am officially addicted to you,” Gael murmured, his fingers tracing a slow, possessive line from her ankle up to her thigh.

A cold shudder raced down Zoriana’s spine, instantly extinguishing the last of the heat.

It wasn't just a chill; it was a soul-deep frost that made her skin crawl. The air ...

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