The Reaver Chronicles: Raphael (Book 2)
I raised the glass in a silent toast to Ramses, my voice low and even as I acknowledged him.
"Brother." The petite blonde woman, startled by my sudden presence, turned to face me, her eyes widening in surprise. With a gasp, she hastily grabbed the blanket, attempting to cover herself, her modesty suddenly awakened. My gaze flicked to her cheek, and I noticed that she didn't bear my brother's mark, a subtle distinction that spoke volumes about her relationship with Ramses.
The realization dawned on me that Ramses hadn't yet chosen a mate, and I couldn't help but wonder if he ever intended to settle down. Ramses, however, seemed entirely unfazed by the situation, his eyes crinkling at the corn
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