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Chapter 22 — "The Mark"

作者: Ricardo
last update publish date: 2026-06-06 00:09:29

The sheets smelled like him. Cedar and tobacco and that electric undertone she couldn't name. Aurelia surfaced slowly, consciousness trickling back in pieces—first the ache in her joints, deep and satisfying, the kind of soreness that meant her wolf had finally *run*. Then the weight of unfamiliar fabric against her skin. A shirt, heavy cotton, soft from years of washing. His shirt.

She opened her eyes.

Damon was sitting in the armchair across from the bed, watching her. Not at attention—his le
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