LeahI heard his voice before I opened my eyes.Keanu, talking to Darien in the hallway outside our bedroom, his words low and rushed. He was usually loud. Theatrical. The kind of person who entered a room like he was making an announcement. But the voice filtering through the door was tight, clipped, stripped of the usual performance.I blinked against the light and pushed myself upright. The room swam for a second before settling. Darien’s coffee cups were still on the bedside table. His reports were stacked in neat piles. He’d been here all day, all night, and all morning today. He’d been working beside me while I slept, and the warmth of that knowledge sat in my chest alongside the fatigue that never fully left.The door opened. Keanu walked in first, and my relief at seeing him was immediate, a loosening in my shoulders that I hadn’t realized I’d been holding since the day he left.But something was wrong.He looked the same. Mostly. The golden hair, the amber eyes, the lean build
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