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... ed from his tongue like silk dipped in teeth. The Thorn’s cradle pulsed under Ren’s knees — ribs flexed like wet branches, petals opened on the hush that was not air but a mouth pressed to his every breath.
The Tower’s roots, coiled tight behind his ribs, shuddered — the warmth of Velvet Hunger, the leash on the Fang, Serika’s claws tracing his throat... all of it flickered like candlelight drowning in deeper dark.
Here the Thorn’s hush was not worship. It was claiming.
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