Kiara Consciousness returned in slow, painful waves, each pulse of awareness bringing with it new aches. My tongue felt thick and foreign in my mouth, the bitter aftertaste of medicine clinging to my teeth. The first coherent thought that surfaced through the fog was about scent, cedar and steel and something wild, something unmistakably Ryden , so deeply embedded in the pillows beneath me that I might as well have been buried in his arms. My stomach twisted before my mind fully processed the implications. His bed. Not just his chambers. His actual bed. I tried to sit up, but my body screamed in protest, muscles I didn't know I had making themselves known in sharp, stabbing complaints. The movement disturbed the mountain of blankets someone, he? , had piled over me with almost obsessive care. The idea of Ryden tucking me in like some fragile thing should have infuriated me. Instead, warmth pooled low in my stomach, traitorous and unwelcome. A rustling sound drew my attentio
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