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Chapter 12 - THE SHADOWING STEAM OF IRON AND EMBER

Author: Glorinie
last update publish date: 2026-08-19 16:51:50

The heavy timber door creaked open, breaking her out of her thoughts.

​Leia quickly dropped the pelt blanket from her nose, forcing her expression into one of cold indifference as Malakai walked back into the room. He carried with him the crisp, clean scent of hot steam, woodsmoke, and fresh mountain water.

​His luminous golden eyes locked onto her immediately, tracking the slight flush riding high on her cheeks. He didn't say a single word about her brief, agonizing trip across the floor to th
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