Chapter 584
- Lisa sat on the edge of the plush, oversized mattress, spine straight and legs crossed with an air of newfound authority.
- For a fleeting second, the softness of silk sheets felt like a victory lap. But then, the reality of whose sanctuary this had been hit like a physical wave of nausea.
- A downward glance at the duvet, a custom designer piece Amara had bragged about for months, brought a crawl of skin-deep revulsion.