Chapter 33: Now You're Cross-District Supervising My Meal Schedule Too?

Mara's POV

His wet, dark-brown hair was plastered across his forehead, and in the dim light his ice-blue eyes looked colder than ever. He stood there by the nightstand, bare-chested, the lean muscle of his tanned chest and abdomen rising and falling with each slow breath — every inch of him radiati...

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