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Moonlight spilled over the domes of Silthara like milk poured over bronze. The palace slept, or rather—most of it tried to.
But inside the Emperor’s chamber, the air had shifted. Not with danger of any beast around, nor with assassins creeping through shadow.
But with heat.
A scent—dark, sweet, suffocating—like crushed night-lilies blooming in the dark.
Levin’s pheromone.
Levin lay tangled in Zeramet’s silver coils, the s ...
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