That was all I could see as some soul-deep tugging motion started in my chest. It felt like hot claws digging in, but I kept the image of Casteel in my mind—one of him reclining against the headboard, his chest bare and dotted with faded scars, his skin flawed but perfect, nonetheless. His head was tilted to the side, his full lips curved in a half-grin, revealing that infuriating dimple in his right cheek. His eyes were the color of heated honey under dark lashes. He was beautiful. He was… My heart. My soul. My King. Casteel Da’Neer was my everything, and I would never stop loving him. Not in
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