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The Ghost In The Emerald Silk

作者: Sliver Pen
last update 公開日: 2026-02-13 08:11:53

The bath was a masterpiece of marble and gold, but to Valentina, the steam felt like the humid breath of a predator.

As she scrubbed the graveyard grit and dried copper of her own blood from her skin, her hands hovered protectively, almost reflexively over the slight, firm swell of her lower abdomen.

Four months. She was carrying the seed of a murderer, and now she was trapped in the lair of a king.

If Ian Kingston, the man whose power felt like a physical weight in every room, realized his wi
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