Blood And Desire
Jada moved through the moonlit corridors toward the harem, each step slower than the last, her feet whispering against the stone corridors like a sigh. The confrontation with River still burned in her chest—his words, his anger, the sting of his hand on her throat. She had meant every threat she’d hurled at him, every promise of exposure. And yet the ache of it all still lingered, raw and relentless, refusing to dull. The love she had once carried so openly, left her hollow, drained, the tears long dried on her cheeks.
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