Chapter 139 one hundred and thirty nine

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Elora's POV

Steam still clung to the air as I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped tightly around my damp skin.

The new scent of vanilla and citrus from the soap Rowen had picked out clung to me, soft and oddly comforting. My feet padded quietly over the...

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