Mabel’s POV“You’re not leaving me again, right?” Zane’s voice was low, rough, and close enough that his breath touched my ear.My chest tightened. I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into the heat of his shirt. The fabric smelled like cedarwood and faint smoke, steadying me even as my eyes stung. I wasn’t the type to cry, yet everything inside me tangled—anger, relief, sadness, joy. They all crashed at once, and I pushed closer, hoping he could steady the storm.“I’m sorry,” I whispered.He stiffened. “I told you, no more apologies. If you mean it, then don’t walk off. Don’t leave me.”So that was it. He thought I left him. I only wanted space, a minute to breathe. How could I have known it would spiral like this—two men on the floor, Zane looking like a monster to everyone else, when to me he was the only calm left?I sho
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