My Forbidden Brother
In my dreams, the snow wasn't a wall, but a soft, white carpet leading me back to a boy with a silver hair tie and a dream of skyscrapers.
As I slept, the shadow king stayed awake, watching over me from across an ocean, waiting for the sun to rise on the final day of the Dawson empire. Daniel Dawson was planning a disappearance, but Adrian Vesper was planning a homecoming. And in the silence of the Alps, the trap was finally, perfectly set.
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