Chapter 13: The morning after the rooftop reunion, Eden woke in Cassian’s bed. Not as a secret. Not as a symbol. But as a woman choosing to stay. The penthouse was quiet. Cassian stood by the window, shirt unbuttoned, tie in hand, watching the London skyline. She sat up, voice raspy. “You always get up this early?” He turned, his eyes softer than she remembered. “Only when everything matters.” She walked toward him, barefoot, heart pounding. “Does it?” He didn’t hesitate. “You do.” They spent the next few days inside a fragile bubble. Cassian postponed meetings. Eden ignored the buzzing phone she hadn’t touched in weeks. The world would wait.They cooked together—terribly. Burnt eggs, oversalted pasta. He taught her how to play chess; she taught him how to let someone else win once in a while. At night, they lay in bed, Still, Eden felt it building—inevitable as thunder. The question neither had asked. “What now?” That question finally arrived on a Tuesday.
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