Chapter 26 His Warmth

ARIELLA'S POV

I didn't go back to the dining hall for the rest of the day.

The workshop became my refuge, the familiar scent of ink and the steady hum of my tattoo machine drowning out the echo of Meera's voice and the memory of Darryn's face when he said he had asked me to stay.

I had a client i...

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