Chapter 47 AN INTRUDER AMONG THE POTS.

I’d been tossing and turning for two hours. The silk sheets were a disastrous, tangled mess around my legs, and my feather pillow had completely lost its shape after taking a beating from my frustration punches. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed 1:30 AM.

My aching arms were keeping me awa...

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