Chapter 30 The truth about Cyrinne

Aclira’s POV

I stare at Daelor, breath held tight in my chest, waiting for his revelation about Cyrinne. Sunlight streams through the windshield, painting gold along his sharp cheekbones as he navigates the morning traffic, perfectly composed.

At last, he glances over, a sly smirk flickering at ...

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