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The Weight of a Kiss

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Ryleigh moved quickly, forcing her hands to stay steady as she finished straightening the Luna's suite. Her mind was still spinning from the encounter that had just unfolded—an encounter that left her both shaken and disturbingly exhilarated. She smoothed out the final pillow, tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, and practically bolted for the door.

Her pulse thundered in her ears.

She needed space. She needed air. She needed to get out of here before Damien came back.

The hallway was mercifully empty, and Ryleigh kept her head down as she turned the corner—only to nearly collide with Natalia.

"Whoa," Natalia said, steadying her. "You alright? You look kind of... flushed."

Ryleigh forced a smile, but she could feel the heat still lingering on her cheeks. "I—I don't feel well. Think I caught something. Maybe the flu."

Natalia narrowed her eyes, studying her. "Want me to call the doctor?"

Ryleigh’s stomach twisted at the word. The doctor. Sweet, beautiful Derek. The person she wa
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    A soft knock touched the outer door, followed by the squeak of hinges. “Breakfast,” a young voice called, pitched carefully—respectful, frightened of being heard by the wrong ears. “I’ll set it here.”By the time Ryleigh stepped into the bedroom, a junior housemaid was straightening from the table by the window. The girl kept her gaze fixed a half-inch to the left of Ryleigh’s shoulder, as if her training allowed her to look but not see. She was gone before Ryleigh could thank her.The trays were covered by silver domes. Steam unfurled when she lifted one: pancakes studded with blueberries, a ramekin of dark syrup, a pat of butter curled like a ribbon. Another plate held soft scrambled eggs and bacon that had been coaxed into delicate commas. There was coffee—real coffee—and a glass of orange juice cold enough to bite.She ate more than she expected to. It helped the world arrange itself around her again: fork to plate, plate to mouth, swallow, breathe. Outside the balcony doors, the

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    Ryleigh woke to the weight of a stare.Not the kind that made a person want to shrink into the pillows, but the gentler kind—steady, warm, like sunlight slipping across a windowsill. She blinked and found Damien propped on an elbow beside her. The golden spill of early light curved over his bare chest and the edge of his shoulder, catching in the damp strands of hair that clung to his temples. His eyes—dark, intent, unreadable to anyone else—rested wholly on her, as if he had been memorizing the shape of her breathing.For a moment, everything was quiet. The marble floors, the hushed sweep of drapes, the low thrum of the vent. His scent threaded the room—smoke and cedar, and beneath it, the clean warmth of skin and soap. Last night rose in her body before it rose in her mind; the tender ache between her hips made memory inescapable. Something final had happened. A door had shut.“How do you feel?” he asked at last, voice rough with sleep, stripped of command.She searched for a word t

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    The door clicked shut behind her, final and absolute.For a moment, Ryleigh simply stood there, every nerve taut, her breath shallow. She felt as though she had crossed some invisible threshold, one she could never step back over again. The air inside Damien’s suite seemed heavier than the halls outside, filled with the scent of leather, smoke, and something darker—him.Damien didn’t move at first. He stood by the edge of the bed, broad shoulders glistening faintly in the lamplight, damp hair clinging to his temples as if he had only just stepped from the shower. His gaze locked on her, dark and searing, and in that silence her robe suddenly felt impossibly thin.When his voice came, it was low and rough, carrying the weight of command.“Do you know what you’re doing, Ryleigh?”Her fingers tightened at her sides. She forced her chin up, though her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.“I came because… I need clarity. Because I need you.”A muscle ticked along his jaw,

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    Ryleigh woke to the pale gray of morning seeping through the narrow servant’s window.For a long moment, she didn’t move.Her body still ached from the days in the cell, but the sharp, bone-deep fatigue had dulled to a stubborn heaviness. She could work through heaviness.She had to.Pulling herself upright, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and pressed her feet against the worn rug. Her hands smoothed over her knees, an old, unconscious habit that made her feel grounded. She needed grounding now.Margaret’s threats still echoed in her mind, but Ryleigh pushed them aside. She’d made her decision last night. She knew what she had to do, and there was no going back.She stood, moved to the dresser, and dressed quickly in her plain work uniform—a simple black dress, apron, and soft-soled shoes. Her fingers lingered over the brush, and she pulled it through her hair slowly, untangling the limp strands until they fell smooth around her shoulders.Not good enough, she thought, set

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