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Captive Slave 120

MISTRESS SINAL

The deep, familiar volce frage Emeriel mid-step, sending a different kind of shiver down her spine.

"Your Grace," she managed, barely remembering to bow.

He stilled, his silverware suspended mid-bite. His eyes found hers. "That voice...."noveldrama

Hell, hell, hell. Emeriel's mind raced.

Does he recognize me?