The city lights of Capital D were a distant blur through the tinted car windows, but the pounding in Arla-Rosa’s heart was crystal clear. The scent of cedar, leather, and something darker and bittersweet, lingered in the confined space of the Duke’s car. The air felt heavier now, as if silence itself bore weight.Cedric lay sprawled across the leather seat, his long frame finally still. The drug had completed its work, sending him into an exhausted, dreamless slumber. His coat was partially undone, his usually composed features were slack and pale. A single drop of sweat clung to his brow, catching the light like a teardrop that refused to fall.Arla-Rosa sat beside him, her knees tucked to her chest, her dress rumpled and her hands trembling in her lap. Her mind reeled, caught between disbelief and grim understanding. It happened. Even though her lips were bruised, her heart was colder. This was not how she imagined reclaiming what she had lost. At least not this fast, not this way,
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