Chapter 45 The Word on His Skin

Mira’s POV

Thirst woke me.

Morning light slipped through a gap in the curtains, falling across the tangled sheets and the carpet.

Adrian’s arm lay across my waist.

My back rested against his chest, his breath stirring my hair.

The ache left by last night ran from my waist through my legs. The m...

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