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Chapter Eighty-Seven - Tender Be Thy Devil

last update publish date: 2026-01-14 07:34:45

(Apollo & Adelaide)

He worked slowly, dragging the cloth across her back in long strokes, washing away the sweat and dried traces of their earlier violence. The faint bruises his hands had left earlier marred the pale canvas of her skin; his thumbs traced their edges with an odd, focused attention. Not regret. Not an apology. Attention like inventory, like assessment, like a king memorising the cost of what he’d demanded.

He didn’t apologise. The Devil did not apologise.

But his touch lin
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