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ROLANS POV
The Mira house smelled like old wood and inherited secrets. I stood in the marble foyer, one hand braced on the carved banister, the other curled in a loose fist at my side. Outside, the rain tapped a nervous rhythm against the stained-glass windows. Inside, silence reigned until the front doors opened.
I smelled her before I saw her, and it was warm and spicy. Blood-rich power threaded with something floral, ancient, and sacred. Qadira stepped through, poise ...
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