The room was still. The sheets smelled like warmth and him. Diana turned in her sleep, her skin still sensitive from the sex they had some hours before. She reached out, expecting to touch him, but the space beside her was empty. The silence wasn’t silent anymore. Somewhere in the room, there was a voice, low, sharp, speaking in a language she didn’t understand but had come to recognize. Russian.She stirred, brushing the blanket aside and sitting up slowly. Her body ached, the kind of ache that came from both pleasure and exhaustion. The soft golden light of the early dawn leaked through the curtains, stretching across the room like slow fire.She heard him again. The words were clipped, harsh, like he was fighting to keep himself together. She pulled the blanket around her shoulders and stepped out of bed. The floor was cold, grounding her in a way his absence couldn’t.Jaylen was standing near the window, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was quiet but carried a sharp weight. He
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