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Flared Shift Dress
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“Ah,” he said, sitting on the edge of my bed. The coal in his eyes flared. “But I didn’t keep it for you to hear it. I kept it so you would feel it in me.”
Lucian came to collect three days later. He didn’t look like the beast of lore. He looked like a banker—sharp suit, sharper jaw, and eyes the color of a dying coal.
“It’s a tragedy,” he replied. “Because I am not a lover, Elara. I am a landlord. And your lease is almost up.”
He smiled. It was a terrible, beautiful thing. “Read the fine print, darling. Clause three.”
