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Chapter 29 — The Night I Burn
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2025-12-30 11:30:28The world becomes a tunnel. Stone corridor. Torchlight. Voices that don’t matter. The pounding of Adrian’s footsteps like a drumbeat I can’t escape.
And the burning, gods, the burning. It starts in my skin, then sinks into my blood like something alive has been poured into my veins. Every nerve feels lit. Every breath feels too thin. My clothes feel like sandpaper. The air itself feels wrong because it isn’t him.Adrian holds me tighter as he moves, one arm under my knees, the other locked around my back and shoulders, keeping me pressed to his chest like he’s decided my body is his responsibility and the entire capital can argue with a wall.His scent is everywhere, pine and smoke and steel, so strong it becomes my whole oxygen supply. I bury my face in his throat without thinking. The second my cheek meets his skin, relief crashes through me so hard I almost sob.Not relief like “better.”Relief like “I can breathe.”A shudder
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