AMY’S POVThe castle felt different the morning after the intruders died—quieter, heavier, as though the walls themselves remembered the violence soaking into the stone. I woke up with a dull ache behind my ribs, the echo of Oliver’s voice still lingering inside my head. “Go to your room before I make tonight worse.”But something else lingered too:the look he gave me before I walked away,the trembling in his hands,the impossible mix of fear, rage, and something almost fragile.I dressed slowly, trying to steady my breath. As I tied my hair back, the door opened without a knock.Of course it was him.Oliver stood in the doorway, tall, unreadable, still carrying the scent of cold air and wet stone. His eyes ran over me quickly—not with hunger, not with judgment, but with something possessive and sharp enough to make my pulse stutter.“You’re awake,” he said quietly.“Clearly,” I muttered.He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “From now on, you sleep in the east wing
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