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~The Gentleman At The Grille~

Author: Carabella
last update publish date: 2026-05-09 21:13:52

Chapter 9

I knelt in the herb garden the next morning, my fingers wrapped around a pair of small shears, snipping mint leaves with more care than they probably needed. The golden scar on my belly felt cool for the first time in days, like it was happy with my decision, but the rest of me did not.

Between my legs I still felt swollen and achingly empty, a constant reminder of what I had given up when I blocked ShadowKing and deleted the app. Every time I shifted my weight on the damp earth, a
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