Chapter 43: The calm before the storm

The villa smelled of coffee and sea salt.

I was flipping pancakes on the stove, dressed in a loose shirt that didn't belong to me, the hem catching at the tops of my thighs. The scent was Caspian — clean and fresh with the slightest whisper of smoke, as if he brought the storm with him wherever he ...

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