🥀ESMERALDA🥀The moment I saw Isora standing in that hallway in that black robe, I knew.The robe was too short, barely covering her thighs. Her hair was wet, dark strands clinging to her neck and her shoulders. Her skin was flushed, pink and warm like she had just stepped out of a hot bath. Her lips were swollen, red and full like someone had been kissing her for hours. And the scent coming off her was so strong it made my stomach turn and my hands clench into fists at my sides.Adrian's scent. All over her. On her skin, in her hair, soaked into the fabric of that robe like she had been pressed against him for hours, like he had wrapped himself around her and marked her with his smell. I knew that scent. I had been chasing it for years, trying to get close enough to claim it for myself. And now some servant was walking around wearing it like it belonged to her.I had heard them too. I had been standing outside Adrian's door, my ear pressed to the cold wood, listening to every sound
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