CHAPTER 30:The Price of Freedom

ISABELLA

The scent of lavender still clung to my skin, reminding me that I must have drifted off in the bathtub last night. My fingers brushed over the faint bruises on my thighs reminders of Damian’s touch. A shiver raced down my spine, not from fear, but from the memory. God, what was wrong w...

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