Chapter 73 The Weight of Forty Years

POV Therak:

My orsai roars with satisfaction, and the sound escapes my lips like a purr that only felines should be able to make.

He is bowing to me. Offering me his neck. Offering me himself.

The smell of caramel and rosemary dominates the entire bathroom, overpowering the fennel of the so...

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