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It’s called damage control, Luna.

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Amara's POV

The tantalizing aroma of fresh-brewed coffee, rich and dark, mingled with something sugary-sweet, a decadent promise of pancakes or waffles. This delightful scent gently tugged me from the depths of sleep, even before the first tentative fingers of sunlight dared to touch the windows.

I blinked slowly, a luxurious stretch arching my spine beneath the silken sheets. My body ached, but it was the best kind of ache—a lingering symphony of soft kisses pressed to sensitive skin, of whispered words exchanged under a blanket of shattered stars, and the profound comfort of three sets of strong, warm arms holding me through the long, peaceful night.

“Morning, sleepy Luna.”

Ryder’s voice, a melodic blend of teasing and lazy affection, floated to me from beyond the bedroom door, pulling a soft smile to my lips. It was a familiar sound already, one that promised lighthearted chaos and an undeniable charm.

I sat up, the duvet pooling around my waist. The bed felt surprisingly emp
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