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39: Sunrise and Shadows

Author: A.H. Hassan
last update publish date: 2025-11-06 23:53:25

Vorian’s POV

I wake early.

The sun is just up. Pink light fills the room. Soft. Warm.

Zephyr sleeps beside me. His face is soft. Lips parted. Hair messy on the pillow. One arm over my chest.

Heavy. Comfortable.

The sheets are white. Tangled. The house is quiet.

No sound from Cassian. Elena snores soft somewhere down the hall. Lila is still.

I slide out of bed. Careful. Slow.

I pull on black shorts. They are soft. Cotton. Loose.

I tie the drawstring tight.

Bare feet on a wood floor.
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