The Capo's Devotion: Own by the Don
Yes, Arjun had recognized Lucien immediately: not a protector, but a wolf who convinced the lamb that its cage was safety.
And so, while Alexei lay restless in the adjoining room, tossing between dreams and fears, Arjun had remained awake, sharpening his mind. He had already decided his next move: to visit the keeper of the Cham—alone first.
The Cham was not a toy. Not merely a jewel that bound lovers together. It was old, older than the bloodstains of Europe or the feuds of Indian kingdoms. It came from a line of mystics who understood that love, in the hands of men of power, becomes the sharpest dagger. Love is pure only when it is given freely. When it is mixed with greed, it becomes pois
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