For your reading pleasure, Tempest presents yet another exquisite example of romantic narrative
Illicit, Unknowable Shadow No; Roger was not pleased. Not at all! Neither the scent of almond blossoms and frangipani nor the Red Chamber, remembering its bloody history impressed her, and it was all because he wasnt there. Intellectually, she realized that the Chiefs handsome son, the intensely undeniable man she had belonged to so completely, had a full life in which he was lost forever in the wilds of the Amazon, and he could not be expected to hold any consideration for the pleasure of one tenebrous girl. Intellectually, she knew this. And yet
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