her reality. She sat up quickly. The sheets were silk. The room, massive. Minimalist. Cold. Everything smelled like luxury and danger. She was still in Kael Donovan's home. Or cage. H
how strong forearms and veins. Power clung to him like a scent. "You're awake." "No thanks to you," she muttered. He smirked faintly and tossed a folded paper on the bed. "Your contract." Zaya blinked. "You're joking.""Read it. You'll find my terms
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