Chapter 42: The Morning After

Davina's POV:

The first thing I registered was the warmth, a heavy, comforting weight draped over me. My eyes fluttered open, and the dim light of the room slowly revealed the dark, unfamiliar linens. I stirred, and the arm around my waist tightened almost imperceptibly, pulling me closer. It was Ezra.

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