Chapter 48 THE ALMOST CONFESSION

Virelle woke up in layers. First, warmth against her cheek. Second, the smell — not plum soap, not hearth smoke, but clean skin and old gold and rain, the smell of Rowan's shirt when he was a man. Third, the sound. A heart, loud, beating fast right under her ear.

Her eyes opened.

She was on he...

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