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The Price of Silence

The clock read 7:03 when Narelle’s phone vibrated on the nightstand.

She was still nestled against Rhaek’s chest, his warm scent muddling her instincts as a female and a warrior. A rare moment of peace.

“Answer it,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with sleep.

Narelle reached for the phone. When she sa...