Chapter 22 Migraines and Mocktails

Raynelle

I felt my nerves eased as I took what could probably be my nth sip.

“You know,” I slurred, staring at his silhouette. “I thought you were a serial killer.”

Lucien hummed, “You still do.”

I blinked. “No. What kind of serial killer does the dishes and cooks for me?”

“The kind that's bidi...

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