Chapter 90 DON'T SCREW THIS UP

POV: Isobel

The fire burned low, embers glowing like scattered rubies in the hearth. Ryder’s arm was heavy around Isobel’s waist, his thumb tracing lazy, absent-minded circles over her hip. She had melted into the curve of his body, her head tucked beneath his chin, listening to the steady thump of...

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