The Alpha’s Stolen Mate
They lay awake some nights still and talked about Isla, about Mira, about Kieran, about everyone the year had taken, and the talking was hard and good and slowly, by inches, easier than it had been the week before.
The curtain drew, gently and often, and the keep, by long tradition, pretended not to notice.
Davyn brought the trouble on the morning of the twenty-fourth day.
He came to the lady’s study, which he rarely did, and closed the door behind him, which he never did. Brynn looked up and set down her pen.
“What is it?”
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