Luxian's POVI wake up like I've been shot. Fuck. No gradual awareness. No gentle return to consciousness. Just instant, brutal clarity that something is fundamentally fucked.The scent hits me first, not Summer's clean vanilla warmth, but something darker. Expensive perfume mixed with sex and victory.Then the weight against my back. Warm skin that shouldn't be there.My eyes snap open to black silk and raven hair spilled across the pillow. Pale flesh that seems to glow in the dim hotel light filtering through heavy curtains.Remiora. Naked. Draped across me like she owns me.We're both bare under these black sheets.Fuck.Memory slams back in fragments. The bar. Too much whiskey laced with whatever magical poison she fed me. Her hands, her mouth, the systematic destruction of every wall I'd built against this exact scenario.The spell that's been eating away at my connection to Summer for days.I move fast, too fast. Roll off the bed so hard I crash into the wall, naked and disorien
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