The morning air was cold against her skin.Nerissa walked toward the Astera Spire entrance, her bag slung over one shoulder, her heels clicking against the pavement. The building rose ahead of her, glass and steel, catching the pale morning light. Normal. Familiar. Safe.A hand grabbed her arm.She turned.It was Zane.He was standing there, his hand wrapped around her arm just above the elbow. His face was pale, his eyes red-rimmed. He looked like he hadn't slept. His fingers were cold against her skin—he'd been waiting out here, maybe since first light, his body chilled by the morning air."Why?" His voice was rough. Cracked. "Why are you doing this to me?"
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