Aliyah's POV The silence of the cabin was heavy, but it wasn't the cold, suffocating silence of the warehouse or the damp walls of my captors' hideout. This silence was thick with the scent of us—the musk of Tyler’s skin, the sharp, clean scent of Skylar’s cologne, and the metallic, sweet tang of our shared passion. I lay in the center of the massive bed, my body still humming from the way they had claimed me. Every inch of my skin felt sensitized, branded by their touch.Tyler was on my left, his large, calloused hand resting heavily on my stomach as if to ensure I wouldn't vanish if he let go. On my right, Skylar was propped up on his elbow, his emerald eyes tracing the lines of my face with a desperate, quiet hunger. The shadows of the cabin flickered in the low light, but for the first time in months, the darkness didn't feel like a threat."I can still smell the smoke on you," Tyler muttered, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that vibrated against my side. He leaned over, pressing
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