IRIS’S POVThe silk sheets felt like a mockery of the cold I’d felt in the tunnels. I lay there, my body feeling heavy and sensitive, every inch of me humming with the aftershocks of Darius. The soreness in my thighs was a constant, throbbing reminder of the way he’d claimed me, a physical signature that carried more weight than any digital bypass.Darius was a silhouette against the floor-to-ceiling windows, his broad shoulders blocking out the rising sun. He was naked, his skin marked by the faint scars of a life spent as a weapon, and even without the silver glow, he looked lethal."You're thinking too loud," he said, his voice a low rumble that traveled across the room and settled in my chest."I’m an accountant, Darius. I don't stop thinking until the numbers match," I muttered, pulling the duvet tighter around my chest. "And right now, nothing matches. Dante was a puppet. A high-end, arrogant puppet, but a puppet nonetheless."He turned, his eyes dark and fixed on mine. "He’s in
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