Kiss Of The Scarlet Prince
Another part—traitorous and quiet—wondered what he’d do if I stopped resisting.
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I pushed away from the table, glancing toward the door he’d left through. He hadn’t locked it.
The room was smaller than I expected for a prince, though perhaps that was the point—no distractions. A place for private conversations… or private threats.
On the table, a stack of parchment sat too neatly. I lifted the top sheet just far enough to glimpse the royal seal pressed into crimson wax, the script curling in a language I didn’t recognize.
A small, leather-bound book lay near the edge, its corners worn as though handled often. I flipped it open to find a list of names in Kael’s sharp, deliberate hand. No t
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