327- Trembling in the Dark

POV Seraphine Valerian:

The order was dry and impersonal. He went to the immense, sovereign bed, with four posts and a blood-red velvet canopy, those black sheets and quilt like a stormy river. He pointed to his side:

“Now.”

My legs felt like jelly. There was nowhere to run.

I weighed my p...

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