Sleep didn’t come easily after that.Ace drifted off beside me, one arm heavy over my waist, his presence solid and unyielding even in rest. I lay awake, staring into the dark, my thoughts circling like vultures over the same truth.Tomorrow would be the point of no return.I had been raised on strategy and silence. On learning when to speak and, more importantly, when not to. My father taught me that power wasn’t loud—it was patient. It waited. It observed. And then it struck so cleanly that no one even saw the blade until they were already bleeding.Tomorrow, I would stop waiting.Ace shifted beside me, pulling me closer without waking. His grip tightened instinctively, possessive even in sleep, like some part of him sensed how far my thoughts had wandered into dangerous territory.I pressed my palm against his chest, feeling the steady thud of his heart.He trusted me.That wasn’t something Ace gave lightly.People feared him. Respected him. Followed him. But trust? That was rare.
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