Five Hundred Thousand, Said Like It Was Nothing

Nepheia's POV

A Sweet, Smoky Wake-Up Call

A sweet, smoky fragrance pulled me out of sleep — warm and familiar, like a gentle hand reaching in to stir an appetite I hadn't felt in a long time.

I threw back the covers. I didn't even bother with my morning robe. Barefoot, I padded straight to the to...

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