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Chapter 56: Theirs

Author: Terri Clare
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-17 07:09:31

ANWEN'S POV

I didn't remember the walk back to the quarters. I didn't remember crossing the room in Fenric's arms, or being lowered onto the bed.

The next thing I knew, a soft mattress pressed against my back.

Before I could draw a single breath, his mouth crashed into mine—possessive, demanding. I startled for only a heartbeat before I kissed him back just as fiercely, pulling him closer. He let out a low groan of approval, his tongue sliding against mine, and the sound sent something chilling
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