Chapter 82 More Worthy

• Rome sturdied his gaze on the papers in front of him. Balancing accounts were 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. As though making love to her had engraved her scent into his skin, his nostrils, every fucking where!