Chapter 123

Nicholas’s POV

Her scent was everywhere.

That was the worst part. I’d torn through half the east wing looking for — I didn’t even know what. A note. An explanation. Some sign that she’d at least had the decency to leave something behind. But there was nothing. Just her scent, still clinging to the sheets, the chair by the window, the edge of the bathroom doorframe where she’d stood every morning waiting for the mirror to clear.

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