Chapitre 157: The Bed Is Cold

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"What do you mean why the special treatment?" Kangee asked, "Isn't this how you've always been treated? Special treatment is your norm, isn't it?"

Esme settled into the chair at her dresser, the soft glow of her lamplight casting a warm halo around her. A small, wistful smile played on her lips as she met Kangee's gaze.

"No," she murmured, her fingers trailing over the carvings of her dresser, "It's totally different because it was you and Donovan who did this for me. That alone makes all the difference, Kangee."

"But do I need a reason to draw a bath for my lady?" Donovan inquired, his deep voice, both smooth and unwavering swept through the room. He stepped closer, the heat from his presence warming her more than the crackling fire nearby.