C83 CHAPTER 82 - MORE WORTHY

Rome steadied his gaze on the papers in front of him. Balancing accounts was the least of his duties he enjoyed, he wished he could go hunting instead. Or read a fucking book.

However, no matter how much he hated accounting, it was better than sinking himself in thoughts of Elora, and all that had happened between them the previous night.

Rome could smell her scent on his skin