Into His Lair

Naomi

I’m not sure what time it is when I wake in a cold sweat. I slip out of the covers, tugging at the damp collar of my tank top, and look down at my bare legs. Gooseflesh peppers my thighs.

The room is mostly dark, the fire in the hearth twinkling like stars, and nothing’s amiss, even though ...

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