CHAPTER 146 — LINES WE CANNOT UNDORyder’s POVI did not go back to sleep that night.Mason’s spare room was quiet, too quiet, and my body refused to relax. The mattress felt unfamiliar, the walls too thin, the silence too clean. I lay on my back staring at the ceiling, listening for sounds that were not there. My mind kept replaying Ollie’s voice, the way he had said he loved me like it was both a promise and a risk.I had heard those words before in my life.They never came without consequences.At some point before sunrise, I gave up pretending to rest and sat up. I dressed slowly, methodically, like every movement mattered. In a way, it did. Once you crossed certain lines, there was no walking back.I stepped into the kitchen where Mason was already awake, coffee mug in hand, eyes tired but sharp.“You look like hell,” he said.“Feeling matches,” I replied.He slid another mug toward me. “Drink. We’re going to need clear heads.”I took a sip. The coffee was strong and bitter. It h
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