Chapter 53 Breakfast & The Rebellion Council

Aeloria POV

I woke up so damn sore.

Not injured or dying. Just… sore in a very specific, very earned kind of way. I groaned loudly and buried my face into the nearest warm body, which, judging by the scent, was Tavren. “Ugh,” I muttered. “Why do I feel like I got run over by five very attractive d...

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