Chapter12 My private doctor. My vassal

Maeve Thorne

My knees ached like someone had driven nails into the bone. I’d lost count of how many times I’d repeated Clause 47, the words spilling out flat and lifeless.

Three days. Just three more fucking days until we hit that Mediterranean port. Hold on, Maeve.

“Stop.”

Silas’s voice cut t...

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