Chapter 45 Worshipping her

Seraphina's POV:

The sound of low laughter and clinking glasses drew me from my room. I found them in the living room. Cassian was in his usual armchair, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, his posture as precise as ever. Malakai was on the couch, sprawled with a predatory grace, his eyes on the c...

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