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CHAPTER 71: The Intrusion of Two

作者: Calista Nyx
last update 公開日: 2026-10-01 14:45:59

The first thing I notice when I wake is that I am not alone in my own head.

It is not a voice. It is not a thought that belongs to someone else. It is a presence, vast and warm and inextricably woven into the fabric of my own consciousness. It feels like the steady, rhythmic beating of a second heart, echoing in the hollows of my mind.

I open my eyes. The ceiling of our suite is painted in soft, pale gold by the morning sun. Beside me, Kade is still asleep. His chest rises and falls in perfect
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