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Chapter 80

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Chapter 80

Jace

The room was too still. Too quiet except for her ragged breaths.

I could hear each one scrape through her chest like it was fighting to get out.

“Breathe, Jewel,” I said softly. She didn’t answer—just looked at me through that haze, lips parted, skin flushed and damp.

She’d asked earlier—half delirious, half desperate—for me to help her cool down. The thought had been rattling in my skull since.

Now, with her trembling in front of me, I couldn’t ignore it.

My fingers slid under the thin strap of her camisole, easing it off her shoulder, then the other.

Slow. Measured.

Her weight shifted against me when I lifted her—careful of her ankle—until she was sitting upright, her head falling against my shoulder with a soft grunt.

“Easy,” I murmured.

The fabric slid down her torso, leaving only the lace that barely covered her. My pulse kicked harder. Not for the sight—God, though it was tempting—but for the way she looked at me right then.

Like I was the only thing keeping her
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