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... the charged, trembling quiet of something forbidden about to happen.
Lady Clarissa DuRion sat alone in her private prayer chamber, a room usually reserved for confession and meditation. Tonight, it pulsed with something far more dangerous: long-suppressed desire.
The door creaked open behind her.
She didn’t flinch.
She didn’t pray.
Because she knew exactly who it was.
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Zephyr stepped in, his boots clicking softly against the stone floor ...
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