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... sy warmth, filtering gently through the gauzy curtains that fluttered with the breeze.
The scent of burning lavender wood lingered in the air — faintly floral, faintly dangerous. Just like the woman Alaric loved.
Salviana stirred beneath the covers first, her long red hair tangled across the pillow like threads of living flame.
She blinked slowly, only to find Alaric already propped against the headboard, a loose linen robe around his shoulders, his ink-black eyes fixed o ...
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