Chapter 81 Does he seek another wife?

Maureen Laskovic

The heavy oak door to Vuk’s office creaked open under my palm, the sound too loud in the stillness.

He wasn’t here.

Of course he wasn’t.

The room smelled of him—smoke, cedar, iron, and that faint metallic bite of old blood that never quite left his skin—but it was cold. The fire...

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