Freya's pov “You keep looking at me like that,” Kye murmured, voice husky as the fire cast gold across his bare chest. “Like you’re one second away from either kissing me… or killing me.”I didn’t blink. “Maybe I haven’t decided yet.”His smile was a slow, dangerous thing. “Then let me make the choice easy.”He stepped closer, the space between us vanishing, stolen by the gravity that had always pulled us together — fierce, hungry, unstoppable. His fingers brushed my waist, slow, deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of me before the world shattered again.“You still smell like smoke and magic,” he whispered at my neck, breath hot. “You don’t know what that does to me.”My voice was a whisper of defiance. “Tell me.”He didn’t. He pressed his lips to the hollow beneath my jaw, and heat shot down my spine like lightning. It wasn’t gentle , it was raw, claiming, like he needed to brand me with the truth we kept denying: that everything else, war, fate, the rift could burn, and
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