Chapter 118

Fig’s POV

Monday morning dawns with a restless heat in my veins, my body still wired from the reckless, intoxicating night with Alison Blake.

My bed is empty, the sheets cold, but her presence lingers—her jasmine-musk scent on my pillow, the memory of her skin under my hands, her moans echoing in ...

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