Chapter 47

Rhysand’s POV

The wheels of the jet kissed the tarmac with a soft, familiar screech, a sound that sang of release and return. Outside, the sun was still a shy glimmer, painting the pre-dawn sky in hues of lavender and pale rose. My watch blinked 06:01 AM. Home.

Finally.

Nearly two weeks. Two weeks o...

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