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... and simmering resentment. Every time Lucian swallowed, the musky aftertaste of the deer’s blood reminded him of his fall from grace.
He reached the back entrance, moving like a ghost through the stone corridors, avoiding every gaze and every shadow where Marco might linger.
He didn’t return to the master suite. Not yet. He couldn’t go to her smelling of the wild, draped in the evidence of his desperation.
He bypassed the main rooms and entered a private bathing chamber, a ...
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