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045. Game On

Author: NIGHT OWL
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-02 18:07:10

ADELE’S POV

The palace was quiet, the kind of deep, heavy silence that only comes late at night when everyone else is asleep. Moonlight spilled through the half-open curtains, silver and cool across the bed. I was already in my nightgown—a thin silk slip the color of midnight, short enough that it barely skimmed the tops of my thighs. I’d chosen it on purpose earlier, telling myself it was just comfortable, but really I knew better. I was playing the same game he was.

I sat propped against the headboard, pretending to read a book I hadn’t turned a page in for twenty minutes. Lucien had been in the bathroom forever. The shower had stopped, yet the door stayed locked. I didn’t care, I told myself. Not one bit. He could stay in there until morning for all it mattered to me.

Then the door opened.

Steam rolled out first, warm and scented with his soap—something dark and spicy that always made my stomach tighten. And then he stepped into the room.

My breath stopped.

He had a towel wrapped
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