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8. The Silent Vigil

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Rosalie’s POV

“I am not sleeping in your bed,” I said, the words slipping out before my survival instincts could censor them. My voice sounded incredibly small against the high, vaulted ceilings of the cavernous room.

Dominic didn’t pause. He lowered the silver chalice from his lips, a single drop of the dark, heavy wine glistening on his bottom lip before he swiped it away with the back of his hand. Through the dim, crimson haze of the moonlight, his golden eyes locked onto me with the slow,
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