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... windows of the penthouse, casting a warm glow over the sleek furniture.
Callian sat on the edge of the couch, his elbows placed on his knees, his hands gripping a mug of coffee like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity.
Eira stood by the window, her back to him, staring out at the city below.
She could feel the tension radiating from him even without looking.
"They’re eating me alive," Callian finally said in a heavy tone.
Eira turned, crossing h ...
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