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CHAPTER 8: HIS SCENT, HIS SPACE
The heavy silence of the room settled over me like a suffocating blanket the second Saviour’s key turned in the lock.
I stood in the shadows near his wardrobe for a long time, my chest rising and falling in sharp, ragged breaths. My neck still felt hot where his long fingers had held me captive. 'Inside it... you're mine to hide.' The dark, possessive timbre of his voice kept replaying in my mind, making my skin prickle with an infuriating mix of anger and unwanted heat.
I shook my head violently, forcing the memory away. "You don't own me, Saviour Kane," I muttered into the empty air, lifting my chin.
Restless and needing to wash off the grime of a day that had torn my entire existence apart, I finally moved. My bladder was aching, and my clothes fel
