The Favorite Kind of Torture

Amelia

The birds chirping and the feeling of warmth on my face pulls me from my sleep. I’m groggy as I attempt to set up, my head feels heavy, and it is pounding.

“Hey, easy. I haven’t checked that arm yet.” A smooth voice sounds next to me, and I open my eyes to see a very handsome shifter sittin...

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