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Chapter 23

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Aurora’s POV

The next morning felt heavier than usual.

I came downstairs dressed and ready for work, hoping to keep the same cold distance I had maintained for days. Prescott was already in the kitchen as usual, sleeves rolled up, pouring coffee into two mugs. When he heard me enter, he turned and held one out toward me.

I didn’t take it immediately.

“I’m not in the mood for games this morning,” I said quietly.

“It’s not a game.” He set the second mug down on the counter between us and leaned
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