Chapter 67 THE TROJAN HORSE IN A SUNDRESS

Rowan's POV

The scent of sizzling garlic drifted through the kitchen—Althea’s doing, of course.

She always cooked like she was starring in a high-budget lifestyle vlog: focused, humming, and looking effortlessly aesthetic. I leaned against the marble counter, just quietly vibing and watching her tas...

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