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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Author: Audri Anna
last update publish date: 2026-03-11 05:23:00

KAEL'S POV

I woke up slowly, the room was thick with a silence broken only by the soft, rhythmic pull of her breathing. I didn't move.

My gaze fixed on Sylvie where she lay curled beneath the soft velvet blankets, and I studied her the way a man studies a situation he suspects might be counterfeit with precision, and

dread.

For a moment, watching the slow rise and fall of her breathing, something dangerous stirred in my chest. Hope. It was quiet, almost shameful. Because if this was truly
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