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Chapter Two-Hundred-and-Thirty-Six: Five Shadows into Winter

Autor: Lyanna Rose
last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-27 22:48:57

Damien woke before dawn, the bond stirring with an unease that had nothing to do with Natasha's warmth against his side. She slept deeply, one hand resting protectively over the swell of her belly, and he allowed himself a single moment, memorizing the soft part of her lips, the slow rise of her breathing, before he slipped from the furs and dressed in the dark.

The command tent waited, cold and torchlit. He had sent runners in the night, and by the time he spread the map across the table, five
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