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Chapter 9

Author: hazelazaleas
last update publish date: 2026-03-12 09:24:34

I wake up gasping.

The cabin is dark.

Cold.

Silent.

But my skin is burning. My heart is pounding as if I've run for miles. And my body— My body is painfully aware of itself. Heat pools low in my stomach, tight and insistent. My hand drifts to my chest, where it hurt in the dream. It still feels tender.

Like something pressed there.

Like something almost broke through.

I sit up slowly. The scent of him lingers faintly in my mind.

Cedar.

Smoke.

Warmth.

I scrub a hand over my face.

"This is nothin
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