CHAPTER 15: In the Absence of the Mark

“Hello, Damian,” she said again, her voice like velvet over steel. “Did you miss me?”

Her entrance was effortless, her silhouette framed by the golden sunlight pouring through the council’s high windows. The scent of roses—and something darker, sharper—drifted with her like a storm warning. Layla d...

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