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7. The Morning After

مؤلف: The Black Daisy
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-04-23 01:44:00

Cora’s POV

The digital clock on my bedside table ticked toward six in the morning, the red numbers glowing like predatory eyes in the dark. I hadn’t slept. I had spent the last four hours staring at the ceiling, the fine silk of my gala dress replaced by a threadbare t-shirt, but the skin underneath still felt like it was crawling. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the heavy, suffocating heat of Silas Vane’s presence and heard the way he’d whispered my name. I had tried to sleep, but my mind
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