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Yeah. I don’t think I can sleep.

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Elowen's POV

It was midnight.

He was sleeping.

I was looking at him.

The moonlight spilled through the sheer curtains, casting silver shadows across Ranon’s face. His usually sharp features had softened in sleep—his jaw unclenched, his lips parted slightly, and his lashes fluttered against bruised skin. A scrape marred his cheekbone, still red and raw. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his left hand, the stark white of the gauze standing out against the golden tan of his skin.

He looked peaceful. Vulnerable, even. A rarity in someone like him—so fierce, so proud.

But tonight, he had bled for me. Fought for me.

I couldn’t sleep. My thoughts kept spiraling, replaying everything that had happened. The confrontation, the blood on his knuckles, the fury in his eyes. The way he’d tried to hide it from me. The way he winced when I touched his hand.

Quietly, I leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. His skin was warm beneath my lips.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, though I wasn
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