The night pressed in around them, silent except for the groan of the wind against the walls. Rey had curled into herself beneath the thin blanket, her body still trembling from the cold.Orion sat beside her, motionless, his gaze fixed on the crack in the wall where the silvery glow of the moon filtered through and where snow drifted in.He could hear her teeth chattering despite her efforts to stay still. The sound clawed at him. His instincts screamed to pull her against him, to protect her, to keep her warm, but he forced himself to stay rooted. She wouldn't want that. Not from him anyway.But sometime in the long, black stretch of the night, something shifted.He felt it before he saw it, the faint rustle of fabric, the tentative brush of her hand. Then, slowly, Rey leaned into him, seeking the warmth she'd denied herself. Her head came to rest against his shoulder, her body trembling violently.Orion froze, his pulse thundering loudly in his veins, and for a heartbeat, he didn't
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