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 CHAPTER 30  The Reckoning

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DEVON’S POV

The bed felt too wide, too cold, too… empty.

I opened my eyes slowly, blinking against the thin slant of morning light sneaking through the floor-to-ceiling drapes of the presidential suite. The silence greeted me with a strange sense of betrayal. I turned my head slightly. The spot where Eleanor had slept was vacant, her side already cold.

She was gone, probably headed out early for work. Just as well. I couldn’t have faced her right now, not with what was clawing at my chest.

I exhaled, deep and low, and pressed my back further into the soft Egyptian cotton sheets. I wasn’t ready to get up. Not yet.

Because all I could feel, all I could remember, was Jimmie.

The kiss.

God, that kiss.

I ran my fingers over my lips like they were retracing a memory, not just a moment. My wolf stirred, not with urgency, but contentment. Calm. Like he had been fed after a famine.

“He kissed me,” I thought again, as if it still hadn’t fully registered. But it had.

Deeply. Too deeply.

Not just
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