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Ch. 86: Alive

Penulis: Astraia Spring
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Astrella Honey's point of view

Damn it. I must have slipped under without even realizing it.

The next thing I knew, a deep, pervasive warmth surrounded me, not the sterile, biting cold of the medical room, but something soft, real, and heartbreakingly familiar.

I blinked slowly, my lashes feeling like they were weighted with lead. Morning light filtered through the curtains in pale gold streaks, cutting across the room and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. My body felt impossibly heavy and sore, a dull, throbbing reminder that I’d been dragged through hell and stitched back together with nothing but sheer exhaustion and grit.

Then, the reality of my surroundings settled in. I was in bed. And I wasn't alone.

Dax was right there, his body a solid heat against mine, one arm draped possessively around my waist as if it had always belonged there. His chest rose and fell with a steady, rhythmic s
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