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... stitched hide covering the entrance, the musty scent of damp stone and stale air wafted toward them like an ominous welcome. A soft torch flickered inside, casting shadows that danced strangely across the uneven walls.
And then—there he was.
Asael.
Standing just near the foot of the bed, arms crossed and expression sharp with suspicion, like he’d been guarding some hidden treasure.
He didn’t even have time to blink before Isabella whisper-shouted like a toddler s ...
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