A Debt of Concern

Soft sheets. A warm weight over her limbs. An unfamiliar scent—sandalwood, musk, and something rich, distinctly masculine.

Siara’s lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the dim golden light. The ceiling above was high, adorned with intricate carvings, and as her gaze swept th...

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