This is twenty minutes past ten—why is she still asleep?
Windsor stood by the bed, staring at Elora with a faint crease between his brows. The room was too quiet, almost unnaturally so, except for her slow breathing under the duvet.
“She doesn’t miss work like this,” he murmured to himself.
He stepped close……
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