CHAPTER FORTY-TWO: Jade’s POV I woke up before him. That was new. Usually, he was a ghost by the time the sun hit the floorboards, already armored in a three-piece suit and a corporate agenda. For a moment, I did not move. I didn't even open my eyes. I just stayed there, basking in the radiating heat of his body. His arm was still draped around me, not with the crushing force of a restraint, but with a quiet, heavy certainty, as if it had finally found its rightful place. My back rested lightly against the solid expanse of his chest, the steady, rhythmic hum of his breathing brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck. For a heartbeat, I allowed myself to enjoy it. No questions. No legal strategies. Just this. Then my mind caught up. The warmth felt complicated again as the echoes of the courtroom returned to haunt me. Adam. The way Killian had whispered "yes" when they called him negligent. The jagged guilt he carried like a second skin. My chest tightened. Carefully, I shif
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