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Chapter 12

It was the middle of the night when I heard the basement door creak open. My heart jumped. Viraj had never come down at this hour. The silence that usually cloaked the darkened space fractured like thin ice, and I sat up straight, my eyes locked on the stairway with dread curling in my gut.

Footsteps echoed. Then voices. A woman’s laugh...high, careless, intimate.

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I write bold, spicy, and unapologetic romance stories. You will find slow burning desire, dominent men and heroines who tame them.