The Warlord's Defective Prize

The Man in the Frame

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The Man in the Frame

Jaxon couldn't sleep the whole night. He stayed awake staring at the ceiling while holding her in his arms.

The morning came and Nadia stirred in his arms. She groggily opened her eyes and blinked at him a bit shocked before her lips quirked up at the corner and she smiled at him through those beautiful hazel dunes.

"Good morning," She whispered.

"Morning," Jaxon rasped. Leaning in closer he kisse