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The Blood Beneath the Vows

Author: Constyken
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-05-24 18:21:15

Leora woke to the scent of cedarwood and the distant rhythm of rain tapping on the windowpane. She blinked against the soft gray light, slowly registering the room, not hers, but his.

Don Allerick’s.

She was still fully clothed, curled on the chaise near the fireplace where they had fallen into an uneasy sleep after hours of raw conversation. He hadn’t spoken much after she confessed her guilt about Maren. He only listened, and for once, didn’t offer orders or threats—just silence.

The kind of silence that wrapped itself around wounds instead of pouring salt into them.

The bed behind her was empty, but she heard him moving beyond the partition.

She sat up, running a hand through her tangled hair. Her heart felt heavy yet grounded. Something between them had shifted.

A door creaked open. Allerick emerged, dressed in his usual black, hair damp, face unreadable. He paused when he saw her awake.

“I didn’t mean to stay,” she said.

“I didn’t mean for you to leave,” he replied simply.

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