The night inside Cassian Wolfe's private residence stretched long and quiet, the kind of silence that felt heavy, as though the air itself was holding its breath. The amber lights glowed softly from the recessed ceiling, settling in warm pools across the floor, the shelves, the sleek furniture...yet none of it touched the cold knot twisting inside him. Hours ago, he had walked in carrying Elena in his arms. Hours ago, he had felt her body go slack, her head falling against his shoulder like she no longer had the strength to hold it up. Hours ago, something old and buried inside him had cracked open. And it hadn't closed since. Now she lay on the bed...his bed, though he didn't let himself think about the implications of that, not unconscious, but lost somewhere between sleep and exhaustion. Her breaths were steady, shallow but stable. Her skin was still too pale, her lips dry, her forehead damp with the remnants of feverish heat that had frightened him more than he wanted to a
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