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Chapter Twelve: Ashes of the Past

ผู้เขียน: M.C. Harry
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-07-04 07:00:01

Evelyn

The door eased open with a soft creak that seemed to echo off the stone walls. I stepped inside, pulse thudding too hard, my breath shallow as if the air itself had turned thin.

It was dimmer than I remembered. The shutters were drawn halfway, leaving only thin stripes of pale light to slice across the dark wood. The heavy oak desk stood exactly where I recalled, covered in stacks of neatly arranged papers, as though Rafe had to keep the chaos of the world under strict control.

Weapons rested against one wall, blades gleaming in the low light, polished but worn—used. Real.

But what struck me most was the scent.

Leather. Pine. Smoke. Him.

It wrapped around me, sinking into my skin

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