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NOTHING CHANGES

作者: Leeya Tu
last update 公開日: 2026-04-16 17:18:37

Maeve's POV

The dawn came in through the window the way dawn crept up on you in February, slow and inevitable, and I woke up before he did and lay there for a moment thinking about what I had done.

The bond was warm and close and louder than it had been since September, that doubling quality it had taken on that I was going to have to find a way to manage, and Declan was asleep behind me with his arm across my waist and his breath even against the back of my neck.

I should not have stayed.

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