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Chapter 16 - Quinn

The first thing I feel is warmth.

Not the pleasant kind. Not comfort. It’s the heat of a fever, of something too intimate, too close. My skin prickles, my pulse sluggish and slow. My head’s a swirl of cotton and ache. And beneath all that, faintly, is the scent of him.

Cedar. Smoke. The bite of wi...