Chapter 125 – Poking the Bear

Eli

I sprawl in the chair next to Ronan’s like a cat basking in the sun. Legs draped over one arm, my scarf slouched rakishly around my throat, the cut of the bandage hidden but implied, his mug of tea in my hand like it’s always been mine.

Ronan stands in the doorway for two heartbeats, assessi...

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