Chapter 22 Chapter Twenty Two

###Ryker

I was still mid-sentence when I pushed the study door open.

“…the numbers need to be finalized by—”

The words died on my tongue.

A scent hit me.

Not the usual mix of polished wood, ink, and old paper that always clung to this room. Something warmer. Sweeter. Heavier.

I stopped just in...

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