Chapter 25 Not Fleeing the Country

Luciana Rielle 2.0k words

AURELIA MARLOWE

I woke to the sun warming my face and my cats making an absolute racket outside the bedroom door.

Aura let out another long, indignant meow, followed by claws scraping against the wood. I reached across the bed and found Ronan's side cold. The pillows lay scattered on the floor...

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