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Chapter 32

Author: Aysha Haven
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-07 21:57:39
Adriana's POV

The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, leaving the city washed clean and quiet. When I opened my eyes, the light was soft and grey, seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows like something uncertain of its place, and for a few seconds I didn't remember where I was. Then I felt the weight of the jacket over me, heavy and warm, carrying the faint trace of Zayn's cologne.

I was on his couch. Across the room he stood by the window with his phone pressed to his ear, voice low and controlled, the kind of tone meant for news that isn't good. His other hand rested on the back of a chair, knuckles pale with tension. I stayed still, listening to the fragments that carried through the room. Hospital, critical, flight, arrangements. His voice never rose but something in it made the air feel thinner. When he hung up, his shoulders stayed tight and he stared out at the city below, the skyline blurred by fog.

Then he turned and his face was calm again, the version he shows the wo
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