Chapter Eighty Three: Painting His Love

(Kaelia's POV)

The instant that door clicked, I spun around—yeah, again. I’d been pacing like a ghost with unfinished business. Hated every second, but it’s not like I could stop.

Then Alarion walked in, and, honestly, the whole pacing drama vanished. I shot straight for him, didn’t even pause to ...

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