Chapter Twenty ThreeAriaThe bathroom was already a sanctuary of swirling white steam by the time Zane kicked the door shut behind us. The heat hit my skin, a stark contrast to the chilled air of the bedroom, and for a moment, the scent of cedar and cinnamon intensified, wrapping around me like a heavy, physical weight.I was still taking it all in when Zane set me down on the marble counter, his hands lingering on my waist for a beat longer than necessary."I can do it," I murmured, my voice trembling as I reached for the hem of my ruined, blood-stained shirt."You can barely breathe without wincing, Aria," Zane countered, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Stop fighting me for five minutes."He didn't wait for a rebuttal. Instead, his large, calloused hands gripped the fabric, and with a precision that was almost terrifying, he pulled the shirt over my head. My breath hitched as the cool air hit my damp skin, but the protest died in my throat when I saw his expression.Under the h
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