The den had settled into a hush so deep it felt deliberate.Embers in the hearth glowed dull red, no longer snapping, only breathing in slow, patient pulses. The air hung heavy with the mingled scents of charred pine, cooling sweat, drying blood from shallow scratches already knitting closed, and, strongest of all, the thick, honeyed perfume of my lingering arousal. Slick still coated my thighs in slow, cooling trails. My skin prickled where it dried.I remained kneeling at the center of the furs, wrists resting loosely on my thighs, chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven rhythm. The tether between us thrummed low and constant now, a quiet current that linked every heartbeat, every subtle shift of weight, every flutter of my lashes directly to Thorne, Aurelius, and Cassian.They hadn’t relaxed. Not truly.Thorne moved first, rising to his full height before crouching again directly in front of me. Green eyes swept over my body with the same lethal focus he’d used against the intr
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