ALANA“Come with me,” Connor said suddenly, rising from the windowsill and gently taking my hand.“Where?” I asked, though my feet were already following him without protest.He didn’t answer. He simply led me past a small hidden door behind the large bookshelf in the corner of his room—something I hadn’t noticed existed until now. The door opened into another room, smaller than his main chamber, with far dimmer lighting and air that felt heavier, more intimate.The moment I stepped inside, I froze.The walls of the room were lined with various implements I never imagined I’d find in a noble family’s residence like this. Silver chains hung neatly along one wall, several black leather ropes arranged on a dark wooden rack, a pair of velvet-lined handcuffs, a thin paddle that looked light yet clearly wasn’t for play, and in the center stood a large bed different from the one in his main room—its sturdy iron frame carved intricately at every corner, complete with several discreet attachme
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