EYES IN THE DARK
Blythe's POV
The storm had passed, but the heat between us hadn't. Xavier's arms were still around me, his breath steady against my hair. My head rested on his bare chest, rising and falling with his slow, careful breaths. The air in the greenhouse was warm, thick with jasmine and something deeper—sweat, sin, longing.
"You should sleep," he murmured, fingers trailing lazily down my spine.
"If I sleep, this becomes a dream," I whispered. "And I don't want to wake up."
EYES IN THE DARKBlythe's POVThe storm had passed, but the heat between us hadn't. Xavier's arms were still around me, his breath steady against my hair. My head rested on his bare chest, rising and falling with his slow, careful breaths. The air in the greenhouse was warm, thick with jasmine and something deeper—sweat, sin, longing."You should sleep," he murmured, fingers trailing lazily down my spine."If I sleep, this becomes a dream," I whispered. "And I don't want to wake up."
THE BREAKING POINTBlythe's POVA soft breeze stirred the scent of wild jasmine and crushed rose petals. Blythe stood in the greenhouse—but it wasn't broken this time. The glass sparkled. The vines were trimmed. Lanterns floated in the air like stars. It was just as it had once been.And seated beneath the trellis, on that old stone bench—"Mother?" Blythe whispered, her voice trembling.Queen Nera looked up with a gentle smile, her silver-streaked hair coiled in a braid over her shoulder, eyes as fierce and kind as Blythe remembered."You found your way back," Nera said, patting the space beside her.Blythe moved forward, barefoot, and sank. "I... I thought I lost you.""You did," Nera said softly. "But not everything that's lost stays gone."A silence, warm and fragile.Then Blythe spoke again, her voice cracking, "They expect me to lead. But I don't know who to trust anymore. Eve
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