Chapter 39 Royally Screwed

LEON

Zade—unyielding, vicious, beautiful Zade—was limp against my chest, his head lolling back, damp black hair sticking to his temple. His breathing was strained in a way that made my chest tighten in sympathy.

His scent was everywhere: sweet vanilla, dark amber and that possessive musk that...

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