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Chapter 1517

The night had grown deep as Maeve leaned back on the bed, waiting for Zion to return after washing his hands. But suddenly, the sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom. After a moment, Zion stepped out. His hair was still damp, and the bathrobe hung loosely around his frame, revealing his sculpted muscles and perfect V-line. The dim glow from the desk lamp reminded Maeve of the banquet earlier that evening. Her face flushed, and she instinctively reached for the light to break the tension, but Zion caught her wrist. His palm was warm, and under the soft light, his intense eyes seemed to burn with a hint of desire. "I'm all cleaned up." Zion's voice was low and rough. He had scrubbed himself several times to rid his body of the blood and grime. In fact, he'd even changed into a fresh coat after leaving The Castle, hoping Maeve wouldn't pick up on the lingering stench of death. "I-I know..." Maeve murmured, though part of her wanted to say, "Don't you think seven times

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