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... om the warmth with infinite care. The cold of the wooden floor bites into my bare feet, a sharp, grounding shock.
But it’s nothing—nothing—compared to the icy dread Moon’s voice has left coiled in the pit of my stomach.
What is he doing at the Kael mansion?
The thought is a silent scream.
I have to go.
Now.
I pause, my gaze falling back to the bed—to Deniz.
He lies deep in sleep, peaceful and vulnerable. The soft rhythm of his breath is the ...
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