Chapter 87 The Things We Protect

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“I woke to the press of Valtherion's palm against my stomach.

His hand was splayed wide, covering the space below my navel with a gentleness that didn't match the size of it.

His eyes were open. Ice blue in the grey pre dawn light, fixed on the place where his...

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