I've Already Died Once (Chloe's POV)

"Elijah……"

I whispered his name softly.

The fire in his eyes surged at once. His thumb dragged slowly across my lower lip.

"Say it again." His voice had dropped to a rasp, rough enough to strike sparks.

The scent of black truffle and hard liquor that filled the carriage turned predatory in an in...

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