His Bond Was a Cage
My face went hot in the cold, and shame sat in me like a stone I had swallowed.
If he knew I was in this mill with a sheriff, he would not stop at my arm.
End of Chapter 7
Stories contain mature romantic and sexual content. All characters are fictional adults.
LeaveMy face went hot in the cold, and shame sat in me like a stone I had swallowed.
If he knew I was in this mill with a sheriff, he would not stop at my arm.
End of Chapter 7
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