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Twenty-Eight Rose I stared at a drawing of a tall, shadowy figure in all black, before shaking my head and turning the page. I’d spent my day combing through dozens of books in the library searching for information on the Shadow Lord, but there was depressingly little to be found other than speculation, rumor, and myth. With a sigh, I slammed the old tome shut and grabbed the next one in the pile. It probably didn’t help that I kept finding myself staring off into space, remembering the things Raith had done to me last night and this morning. Carnal, passionate, wonderful things. Things I wanted to experience again and again. Hopefully starting tonight after supper. A few hours later I closed up the books and rushed to our private dining room early, unable to contain my impatience or
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