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The Taste of Chains

Author: Ricky_writes
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-18 02:16:08

Chapter Thirteen

The sheets were still warm from his body.

I lay curled into them, my thighs sticky with his claim, my lips bruised from his kiss. The chamber smelled of him, dark and smoky, like something that lingered even after the fire was gone.

But outside the walls, the whispers had grown louder.

They did not stop when he left.

They sharpened, cutting into me, slicing at my skin even though I could not see the faces behind them.

“She moans like a tavern girl.”

“Only a plaything, no more.”

The venom slithered into my chest and coiled tight.

I wanted to scream at them. I wanted to beg them to stop. But my voice would never reach beyond these walls.

The latch clicked again.

My breath caught.

Kael stepped inside, his cloak falling from his shoulders as though the weight of it meant nothing. His eyes fixed on me where I sat, clutching the sheets.

He closed the door, shutting out the world with one soft sound.

“Still trembling.”

His tone was smooth, almost kind, but underneath it ran
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