Leander POVThe room was quiet now. The storm has spent. The truth lay bare between us like a bridge finally crossed. Avelin’s story of our son, of Shen’s humming, his hands, the three years of mornings I’d missed, had carved a new chamber in my heart, one that ached with a fierce, possessive love.He fell silent, his head resting against my shoulder. I could feel the dampness of his lashes against my skin. The bond mark at the base of my neck was a steady, warm pulse, no longer a phantom limb but a live wire connecting me to him. The recognition was complete. I was Shen Ross or Leander Voss, and I was the man who had loved Avelin on a windswept pier. They were the same person. The relief of that truth was a physical uncoiling in my chest.I shifted, turning so I could see his face in the dim, pre-dawn light filtering through the window. I cradled his jaw, my thumb stroking over the high curve of his cheekbone. “Avelin.”He opened his eyes. They were deep, liquid pools holding galaxie
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