The Dragon's Empire Book 1
Ruin mutual, claim inevitable.
Dawn cracked, horizon fractured gold as engines whirred to a restart, Chicago tarmac gleaming wet below. Kenji dressed first—bespoke reformed armor, but his hand lingered, spine trace absent shiver. I rose queen-slow, suiting jewel power, hazel dissecting the new weight between us—submission not surrender, but edge shared. Aunt's marriage ploy dust; his two-year stalk confessed venom turned aphrodisiac. Jet bedroom reeked sex musk promise, ties discarded drawer like shed skins.
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