Chapter 39 The Very First Attempt

Sable POV

The golden line on my wrist doesn't just burn. It pulls, acting like a hook buried under my radius, dragging my arm downward.

"Drazen," I choke out, gripping the edge of the marble sink.

He doesn't hesitate. He grabs a dark towel, wraps it tight around my glowing forearm to hide the mar...

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