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Chapter 26

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Jaxon

The rum burns warmer tonight.

Not the kind that smacks you over the head — this is the slow poison, curling through the bloodstream, making everything soft around the edges.

The four of us are scattered in the living room, the storm outside muted behind the tall windows. Bottles litter the coffee table between us. A half-played card game slumps in the middle — abandoned for conversation that’s steadily been crawling into dangerous territory.

Jace is in his corner, stretched out like a king who doesn’t need the throne. Rick leans against the armrest, smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. And Ingrid… she’s curled up in the middle of it all, tucked between us like she belongs there — hair loose, cheeks flushed.

We’ve been laughing for the last hour. Or maybe it’s been three. I’ve lost track.

Rick breaks the rhythm first. “Alright,” he says, voice smooth but edged, “Ingrid. Question for you.”

She tips her head, wary but curious.

“You a vanilla?”

The words hang in the air.

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