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chapter 8

Author: MsJayella
last update publish date: 2026-08-09 08:20:44

SELENE’S POV

My fingers trembled as I pressed them to my lips, as if I could still feel the ghost of his touch there—soft, brief, and utterly devastating. The moonlight spilled across the floorboards like pale water, stretching long shadows across the room, yet none of it reached the storm raging inside my chest. I leaned against the closed door, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps, and replayed that single, heart-stopping moment again and again in my mind.

He had kissed me. Not out of crue
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