Chapter 42
Leon’s POV • • Sandra Blackwood was waiting in the sitting room, a grin plastered across her face like she already owned the place. When she saw me, she stood and approached—slow, sultry, deliberate. I glanced over her body. Was she seriously wearing lingerie? My jaw tensed. I tore my gaze from her chest and met her eyes. She was smirking. Of course she was. I scoffed and moved to sit. She made a move to sit beside me, but the look I gave her made her switch course and take the chair opposite instead. Smart choice. Ezran finally walked in, tossing out a greeting she returned with too much enthusiasm. The two of them started chatting—light talk, shallow and meaningless. I could barely hear them over the pounding in my skull. I rubbed my temple again. Is this really what I left m
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