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... through the curtains like it was trying not to be caught, washing the walls in that pale, early morning hush the manor always wore before it remembered it had servants, guests, and obligations to tend to. The room smelled faintly of cedarwood, clean linen, and Trevor’s scent, comforting and lingering in the folds of the sheets where he’d slept.
Lucas turned his face into the pillow with a small sound, half-protest, half-sigh. The warmth beside him was long gone, but that wasn’t unusual. ...
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