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CHAPTER 39: Something Deeper

Author: ASHVA
last update publish date: 2026-03-18 03:31:08

Aria’s POV

The key turned in the lock before I even knocked. Dominic opened the door wearing an old black T-shirt and sweatpants, hair still damp from a shower. He smiled and stepped aside to let me in.

I kicked off my boots by the door, dropped my bag, and headed straight for the bathroom. The day’s paint had dried in thin streaks across my knuckles and up my left wrist, cadmium yellow, bright and accusing. I ran cold water over my hands, watched the color thin and swirl down the drain, then p
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