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"Okay, delete ex-boyfriend’s voicemails—check," I mutter. "Now for wine and a bath to drown in my sorrows." I can already picture the steam easing the tightness in my body as I slide off my shoes and make my way to the bathroom, but then it hits me. Wood, paint, ash and whiskey. My breath catches in my throat, and my heart skips a beat. The scent is unmistakable, thick and rich, like smoke clinging to the air. For a long moment, I just stand there, my mind spinning, trying to convince myself that I’m imagining things. But I know I’m not. I slowly turn the doorknob, and as soon as I push it open, there he is. Cast. Sprawled across my bed like he owns it, his presence overwhelming the small room. His striking blue eyes catch mine immediately, an almost predatory hunger flickering in them. He lounges against the headboard, one arm slung lazily across the pillows, a smirk playing on his lips. He looks like he’s been waiting for me. I gasp, and the sound rips from my throat before I can stop it. My pulse kicks into overdrive, and my stomach twists into a hard knot of panic. What the hell is he doing here? How did he even—? His voice is low, smooth, with that dangerous, playful tone curling around every word, like a tease. “You know, Willow,” he drawls. His eyes rake over me, the intensity that sends sparks across my skin. “I thought we got rid of your ignoring problem, maybe I can help with that? Come here pawn..." . . .🔥 Read Lords of Ruin:Owned now, free with Kindle Unlimited https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DQ6H6R8T