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AVA'S POV

I woke up to the soft brush of sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Liam Carter’s absurdly luxurious guest bedroom. The sheets beneath me were smooth as silk—probably were silk—and the pillows cradled my head like clouds made from angel tears. Rich people, I swear.

But comfort didn’t erase what happened last night.

The kiss.

The note.

Being told I was “marked.”

And the fact that I was now, apparently, under the protection of the third-richest man in the country.

I turned and stared at the ceiling for a while, unsure what hurt more: the spike of adrenaline that still hadn’t faded from the break-in… or the quiet, confusing, delicious way Liam had kissed me.

I sat up slowly, blinking blearily at the room. Someone—Rose, presumably—had placed a tray on the dresser. There was hot coffee, toast, and something that looked suspiciously like avocado sprinkled with tiny gold flakes.

“What am I? Royalty now?” I muttered as I dragged myself out of bed and st
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