Chapter Sixty Seven: The Guilt Beneath the Glow

The garden was quiet again. Kehan was gone. And Freya stayed rooted to the same spot, unsure if her legs could even move.

She could still feel the ghost of his lips—warm, electrifying, wrong. Or was it?

She slowly sat down on the mossy bench, a soft whimper escaping her lips as her hands clutched ...

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