Chapter 38

The story Den told had no title, and the heroine was only known as The Protector—capitalized, because as time had progressed, Den had come to realize she was a bad woman to cross. He dropped down into his seat, leaned back, and picked up a sheaf of pages.

“All set?”

I nodded, and he leafed through the pages until he found the place where he’d left off the last time we’d been together.

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