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Kazimir

I’d almost reached the North Tower when I heard Arabella’s footsteps scuff the stone corridor behind me. The sound was so distinctive that it made the fine hair at my nape prickle with anticipation. A week had passed since we stabilized the Heirloom, and she’d made it her mission to steal my focus at every impossible moment. Not that I minded. We were insatiable, which would be delightful if my overzealous minions didn’t have a supernatural talent for interrupting us mid-grope.