Chapter 87 The Ancient Haven (Part 2)

The potion’s haze thickened, wrapping around Livia like a heavy blanket. Her eyelids fluttered as exhaustion tugged at her, and her breaths came in uneven shudders. But sleep would not come.

Every time she closed her eyes, she felt him.

His scent. His voice. The ghost of his touch.

Every heartb...

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