Chapter 36 The Devil Grandfather Chose For Me (9)

The bed felt more like an altar than just a piece of furniture. As Caspian pushed me back, the impact stole my breath, and the cool silk duvet felt like ice against my feverish skin.

I tried to scramble backward, my damp hair sticking to the pillows, but Caspian was faster. He loomed over me, a powe...

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