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65. The Clash of Crowns

Author: KATHLEEN HAYAT
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-07-08 19:52:37

The glass walls of the greenhouse seemed to rattle under the sudden, immense weight of Dominic’s presence. The cold, dominant scent of dark cedar and winter frost instantly crushed the thick aroma of blooming white roses and damp earth. Dominic stood beneath the shattered silence of the doorway, his massive shoulders blocking the light, his amber eyes burning with a low, dangerous fire.

Rosalie’s breath caught in her throat. Her body instinctively stiffened, a familiar wave of anxiety washing o
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