Karen Gravano Book Reviews 소설 & 이야기

CHAPTER 11 Calculating the Cost of Silence POV: Elara I was in my private study. It smelled of expensive vellum and printer ink. I had a spreadsheet to finish. I was too focused to notice when the door was thrown back open, against the wall. Roman stood there. His hair was damp from a morning run, his chest heaving. He looked like a god of the wilderness. Gosh, he looked so tempting. ‘Focus, Elara, focus,’ I reminded myself.