Chapter 3The first light of dawn streams from the window, but in the room, Sophia’s skin still holds a faint, internal glow.Her weight is heavy on me and the scratches on my chest and sides sting, a dull, throbbing reminder of the night we had. Her head is on my shoulder, her breath warm against my neck. Then, she stirs. The nubs on her back, the ones I felt with my trembling fingers, seem to shift, elongating just a little. Her eyes open, and the glow in them hasn’t faded at all. If anything, it’s brighter, more focused.“Get up,” she whispers. And from her tone it's not a request.My body obeys before my mind can protest. I swing my legs off the bed, my muscles screaming in protest. Every movement is an agon, flesh is and my joints are strained. I look for my clothes, but they’re shredded ribbons on the floor. I pull on a pair of jeans that are miraculously intact, the denim rough against my raw skin. I don’t bother with a shirt; there’s no point.She’s on her feet in a singl
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