Leila’s POVI woke to the soft glow of lanterns, the sharp tang of candle wax in the air, and the gentle murmur of water somewhere beyond the stone walls. My eyes fluttered open to find myself lying on silken sheets in a chamber I barely recognized, but knew, too, was Sebastian’s domain. The bed was vast, its carved headboard towering above me like a silent sentinel. Pillows of down cradled my head; heavy curtains of deep burgundy draped the windows, blocking any sign of dawn.I sat up slowly, heart fluttering between relief and confusion. My arm throbbed where Liam’s dagger blade had brushed me, not enough to kill, but enough to leave its sting. I remembered the soft horror in his eyes, the way he had cradled me in the tunnels. And I remembered then where I was... with Sebastian, not with them.“Good morning, Leila,” a soft voice said. I turned to see Sebastian standing across the room, hands tucked behind his back, cloak brushing the floor. Even in the dim lamplight, his face was sm
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