![]() ![]() ![]() Little freckles dotted the skin around her shoulders in the gray dawn light. She rolled back and placed a hand on Sabine’s pale, solid waist. The figure beside her groaned at the sound of her gagging. She clamped her mouth tight rather than spray it across the room in surprise. Her mouth came away full of warm, stale wine. She reached groggily for the cup on the night table beside her bed. Not every day, and not all that often, and as she unstuck her body from the sweat of their closeness, she remembered why. It wasn’t every day that Luca felt the poke of someone else in her bed, either. ![]() Her arm flopped limply against something warm with a fleshy slap. She groaned and shifted until she was on her back. It wasn’t every day that Luca woke with a spasm of pain shooting through her right leg and up her spine, but that was also most days. ![]()
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