FRIA
I woke up with a heavy head, but my uneasiness had faded. My eyelids felt heavy, and my thoughts were confusing. Sunlight streamed through the glass window in my room, and I stirred on my bed before rolling out.
The Taste of Sin
I'm a man who thrives on control. Every decision I make is calculated. Every move I make is deliberate. Nothing in my life happens without my permission. Until her. Zara Mitchell. She's eighteen. Wild. Untamed. The very definition of forbidden. And her mother is my old friend. She's the last person I should want, but the way she looks at me-like I'm both her salvation and her ruin-makes it impossible to stay away. She would be the death of mine.
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