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Chapter Ten: Confessions in the Dark

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Lily

Rain tapped the roof like the world was holding its breath.

The storm rolled over Greyhowl in thick, quiet waves, and I was wrapped in one of Link’s sweatshirts on the old couch in the attic library—the one I wasn’t supposed to know existed.

I’d stolen it off his floor that morning after waking up alone. It still smelled like him: pine, musk, and something wilder. It was my armor and my undoing.

My phone buzzed.

Marcy: You kissed him yet?

Me: Almost. But I stopped it.

Marcy: WHY?

Me: Because I want it to be real. Not just…bond heat.

Marcy: Ugh. You’re too noble for your own good. Jump his cursed bones.

I laughed. Out loud. The kind that made your chest warm.

Then I felt him.

Before the floor creaked. Before the door opened.

I felt him.

Link stepped into the low light, hair damp from the rain, eyes fixed on me like I was the storm he’d walked through.

“I was looking for you,” he said.

I hugged my knees. “You always find me.”

He stepped closer. “You’re hard to miss.”

His voice was
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