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The Last Week

Author: Thomas Morau
last update publish date: 2026-04-11 04:39:24
**Chapter 38: The Last Week**

One week.

Seven nights.

Seven mornings of waking tangled together—Raven’s arms around Victoria’s waist, Victoria’s leg thrown over Raven’s hip, faces buried in each other’s necks, fangs grazing skin without breaking it. They had made a promise: wait. Save everything for the wedding night. For the blood moon. For the vows that would bind them in front of the court, the rose garden, the world.

They kept the promise.

Barely.

Each night the tension climbed h
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