Chapter 23

Syria’s POV

It hit me all at once. The sandalwood with a hint of gunpowder. It was unmistakable.

Slowly, I lifted my head, my heart pounding against my ribs. Even though his face was mostly hidden, I knew it was him.

“You-”

Before I could finish, he leaned closer, his voice low and urgent as he whi...

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