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Chapter 40— Anchor

作者: Freya Winter
last update 公開日: 2026-06-04 23:07:04

Morning arrived with frost on the windows.

Sera lay awake watching it form. Thin crystal patterns spreading from the corners of the glass, slow and deliberate, mapping the cold the way the mark mapped her skin. She had her left hand pressed against Kael's chest where his heartbeat was steady and unhurried beneath her palm, and she was counting it the way she used to count seconds in the dark of that first night.

One. Two. Three.

Still here.

He was awake. She knew because his breathing had chang
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