Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 513

Harrison’s dark eyes, touched by desire, seemed even more shadowed in the night.

This is insane. What kind of twisted dream was that?

Even the memory of it made him flush with shame.

He grabbed at his sheets, feeling an uncomfortable warmth beneath him, and jolted upright in bed.

A cold shower did nothing to douse the fire smoldering inside him. By the time he stepped out of the bathroom, his mind was still in turmoil. He wandered down the hall toward Selene’s old room.

After the staff had cleared it out, the bedroom felt hollow and empty.

Harrison threw himself onto the bed Selene used to sleep in, tossing and turning. The sheets had been washed so many times that there wasn’t a trace of her left in the fabric.

“Daddy?”

A small voice startled him. He propped himself up on his hands and saw Dames, standing shyly in the doorway in his pajamas, gripping the doorknob.

“It’s the middle of the night. Why aren’t you in bed? Sleepwalking?” Harrison’s voice was sharp, cutting through the silence.

Dames shuffled his feet. “Daddy, why are you in Mommy’s room?”

Harrison hesitated for a moment, then said, “I guess I’m the one sleepwalking.”

He barely finished before he noticed Dames awkwardly scrambling onto the bed, limbs flailing.

“What do you think you’re doing? Get down!” Harrison tried to sound stern.

Dames clung to the edge of the mattress, eyes pleading. “I miss Mommy. I just wanted to sleep in her bed… maybe I’ll see her in my dreams.”

Harrison’s expression darkened at his son’s words.

Seeing how difficult it was for Dames to climb up—his movements still unsteady—Harrison relented and lifted him onto the bed.

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