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CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN

Auteur: Wren Gray
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-21 23:05:07

"Some mornings steal the air from your lungs before you even open your eyes."

SOFIA

The shower in Dante's suite is warm.

That's the first thing I notice when he leads me in — the warmth of it, the way the steam rises immediately and fills the marble space with something soft and quiet. The bathroom is grand even by the Pakhan's standards. Dark marble floors and walls, gold fixtures, a rainfall showerhead wide enough for two people without touching.

We touch anyway.

He keeps me close the entire
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