91: Yours Truly, Black Scorpion

SERA

I watched my husband with a dull ache blooming in my chest. Killian sat at the dining table, scowling at his bandaged wrist as he struggled to butter a slice of toast. The knife clinked against the plate, slipping again, and I saw his jaw tighten as though he was resisting the urge to hurl the...

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