Chapter 174

Damon trailed after her, the corner of his mouth curving.

In the bathroom, Ava hung his pajamas on the rack, pulled out his toothbrush, squeezed on the paste, ran the water warm, and handed it over.

"There you go, Your Majesty. Brush away."

Damon did as told, every motion smooth. Even one-handed, he...

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