Fake Bride, Real Claim
I sat at Lachlan Crowe's right hand with a dead woman's ring cutting into my finger.
It was the safest I'd felt in a week, and I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or the worst thing yet.
End of Chapter 8
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveI sat at Lachlan Crowe's right hand with a dead woman's ring cutting into my finger.
It was the safest I'd felt in a week, and I couldn't decide if that was a good thing or the worst thing yet.
End of Chapter 8
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