That night, Solàin sat in the dimly lit room, a half-empty glass of wine in his hand. The bitterness of his fight with his fiancée gnawed at him, and the wine did little to ease his turmoil. His sharp blue eyes flicked toward the door, as if waiting for a distraction—something, someone—to take his mind off things.
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Midnight Reads
Dark Romances That Burn After Midnight
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