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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED-AND-SIXTY-SEVEN

Lusia

Huddled against the damp stone walls, the healer's room lay cocooned in heat and shade, the lantern's swaying golden glow casting our entwined silhouettes across the still air of the damp walls as if we were ghosts locked in a frantic dance.

Dane's lips, rough and unyielding, had claimed...