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Chapter 21: Warmth of a Dragon
Kayla’s Point of View An intense ray of the sun touched my eyes, forcing me to open them. I groaned while turning on my left. The morning chirping was soothing for my ears, and finally, I woke up on the huge bed. Thin lacy baldachin that was hanging from the roof was separating me from the room. Slowly I sat on the bed and removed the white curtains, allowing the bright sun to touch my face. I inhaled a lung full of the fresh morning air. A mild fragrance lingered in my nostril. I slid to the end of the bed and was about to step on the soft carpeted floor when Dimitrov’s voice stopped me, “what are you doing?” Dimitrov was on a chair by that wooden table, studying the parchments. He was still wearing his night robe, showing his muscular chest and his dishevelled hair told me he hadn’t
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