Chapter 119 ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEEN :THE FATE

SANDRA'S POV.

Rowan was still asleep when I returned to the room. That alone unsettled me.

Rowan does not appear to be someone who slept past dawn. He was a soldier carved from discipline from what I saw, a man whose body obeyed habit even when his mind was exhausted.

Yet there he was, stretc...

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