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Chapter 8

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Aria's Point of View

The first thing I feel is warmth.

Not sunlight, something softer, deeper. Like heat from a fire. My head is heavy, fogged over like I’ve been dreaming underwater. I blink slowly, once, twice. The ceiling above me is wooden, aged, the beams rough and unfamiliar.

Where…?

My fingers curl into the blanket beneath me, thick, old wool. The air smells like pine and smoke. A cabin? My heart starts to tick faster.

I push myself up on my elbows, and the motion sends a wave of dizziness through me. I close my eyes for a breath, then open them again. Still here. Still not home.

Then it hits me.

The spark.

That surge in my chest like lightning and fire all at once, sharp and undeniable. The brush of his hand on my arm, the way his scent curled around me, earthy, rich, like rain on ash.

Mate.

My chest seizes. I sit bolt upright, breath catching in my throat as the memory comes back in shards. The trees. The silence. Looking up, and seeing him.

Griffen.

I
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