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ELLARIA The eastern sector looked different from the passenger seat. Not the territory itself but the experience of moving through it with Arren driving and nothing demanding my attention except whatever was outside the window. We'd been on the road for maybe twenty minutes and neither of us had said anything yet. It wasn't uncomfortable exactly. It was just weighted in a way that had everything to do with the conversation that wasn't happening. I watched the trees thin out as we hit the skirts of the territory. Arren's hands were relaxed on the wheel. His jaw wasn't tight. Whatever he was carrying he was carrying it quietly which was the only way he ever carried anything. Then he said, "I don't know how aware you are of this." I looked at him. He kept his eyes on the road. "But I really want to be in Tate's life." He paused. "In your life." I looked at him at the mention of me. I needed to say this clearly. "Tate is what matters," I said. "That's all. Whatever was between

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ELLARIAThe old woman talked for the first hour without stopping.Not because silence made her uncomfortable. She simply had things to say and saw no reason to hold them back on anyone else's account. She commented on the trees as we passed them. On the quality of the road. On a bird she spotted through the window that she named without being asked. On Arren's driving, which she found acceptable but not exceptional.Arren said very little.I watched him from the corner of my eye and noticed something I hadn't expected. He wasn't shutting her down the way I'd anticipated. He was choosing his words carefully instead, giving in to her tangents with the patience of someone who had learned the hard way that fighting her cost more than it was ever worth."You want to take the eastern pass," she said from the back seat. "Not the main road.""I know the route," Arren said."Do you though," she said pleasantly.He took the eastern pass.I looked out the window.She fell asleep somewhere in the

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ELLARIA.The ceiling fan turned.That slow rotation was the only sound in the room. It cut through the dark above us in steady unhurried circles while neither of us slept and neither of us said so out loud.It had been hours.The conversation from earlier had settled between us in the bed like something physical. Heavy and real and impossible to move around. I lay with my back to him and my eyes open and I listened to the fan and I waited for sleep that I already knew wasn't coming.Then he shifted again.I closed my eyes.He shifted again after that.I let out a long breath. "If you keep tossing and turning neither of us are going to get any sleep."He went still.A long moment passed where neither of us said anything."I wouldn't be able to either way," he said quietly.I blinked into the darkness. The wall in front of me was close enough that I could make out the texture of it in the thin strip of moonlight coming through the curtains.I stared at it for a moment.Then I asked, "wh

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ELLARIAHis mouth crashed down against mine and for one suspended second my body went completely still.Then something broke open inside me.It was not softness. It was not the slow melt of wanting. It was white-hot and jagged and it flooded every part of me that had been holding itself carefully apart for years.Anger. Rage. The long, accumulated weight of every time he had looked past me, every time he had chosen someone else, every time he had made me feel like a temporary fixture in a life that was never going to be mine. It rose so fast and so completely that there was nowhere left for it to go except into him.I kissed him back.Hard.My hands came up and fisted in the front of his shirt and I dragged him closer, molding my mouth over his with a force that had nothing to do with tenderness and everything to do with the need to make him feel it. To make him understand what he had done. What he was still doing by standing here and speaking about us like he had any right to the wor

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ELLARIA.We got dressed in silence.Not the comfortable kind. The kind that had weight and edges and sat in the room with us like a presence of its own. I kept my back to him and he kept his to me and we moved around each other in the small space without touching and without speaking and it was the loudest silence I'd ever been inside.I hadn't slept.I wasn't sure he had either.I picked up my bag and went out into the hall first.The old woman was already there, sitting in one of the two chairs outside her door with a magazine open across her knees and her mug on the small table beside her. She looked up when I came out and her eyes moved over my face with that particular attention of hers that saw more than it should."I take it from the look on your face," she said pleasantly, "that the first night was an absolute fail."I stared at her. "What?"She opened her mouth to elaborate."I have us all checked out." Arren came through his door and down the hall toward us with his bag over

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ELLARIA. I moved away from the door like the wood itself had turned hostile. My hand left the handle and I took three unsteady steps into the middle of the room before the next wave hit. It rolled up from somewhere low in my belly, thick and liquid and relentless, and it did not ask permission. Heat flooded outward in every direction at once—down my thighs, up into my chest, along the insides of my arms until even the fine hairs there felt too aware of the air. My skin tightened. Every inch of it. The simple pressure of my clothes suddenly registered as friction, and the friction registered as something closer to a demand. I pressed both palms flat against my sternum and tried to breathe. In. Out. The air felt thin. My breasts felt heavier with every second that passed, as if the weight of them had increased while I stood there. The fabric of my bra scraped against nipples that had gone tight and hypersensitive, and the contact sent sharp little sparks of sensation straight dow

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ELLARIA.The old woman didn’t waste time with questions.She stepped fully into the hallway, took one look at the way I was swaying, and caught my elbow with a grip firmer than her age suggested. “Back inside,” she muttered, already guiding me. “Now. Before anyone else sees you like this.”I let her steer me. My legs felt unreliable. Another pulse of heat rolled through me as we crossed the threshold, strong enough that my knees nearly gave. She shut the door behind us with a soft click and immediately pressed her palm over my mouth.“Quiet,” she said, voice low and close. “Listen to me carefully.”I stared at her over the edge of her hand. My breathing was too fast against her skin. Sweat had already gathered at my temples and along the back of my neck. My clothes clung in places they shouldn’t have—my shirt stuck to the damp line of my spine, the fabric of my bra abrasive against nipples that still ached with every shift of air.She dropped her hand only when she seemed satisfied I

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ELLARIA. I stood up. My legs still felt unreliable, but I forced them steady and faced Arren fully. The heat under my skin pulsed hard at the eye contact, like it had been waiting for exactly this moment to get worse. “It’s okay,” I said. My voice came out rougher than I wanted. “I mean it. I’m asking. You’re not forcing anything.” Arren’s jaw tightened. He looked from me to the old woman and back again, something conflicted and sharp moving behind his eyes. “Ellaria—” “I’m not out of my mind,” I cut in. “I know what I’m saying. The chemical is real. The need is real. And if the only way through it is this, then I’d rather it be with someone I at least—” I stopped myself before the rest of that sentence could finish. “I’d rather it be you than some stranger or nothing at all.” He still didn’t look convinced. His hands flexed at his sides like he was fighting the urge to pace. The old woman stepped in before he could argue again. “Look at her,” she said, voice low but firm. “Re

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ELLARIA.Arren didn’t move at first.He stood over me with his chest still rising too fast, eyes locked on mine like he was giving me one last chance to take the words back. The residual heat under my skin pulsed once, slower now but still present, and the sight of him—fully clothed, mouth still glistening, looking at me like I was something he’d been starving for—made the ache twist into something sharper.“You’re sure,” he said. His voice was rough. Low. Like it hurt him to ask.I nodded. “I’m sure.”That was all it took.He reached behind his head and pulled his shirt off in one motion. The fabric hit the floor somewhere near the wall. Then his hands went to his belt. The sound of the buckle coming undone filled the quiet room. He shoved his pants and underwear down together and stepped out of them without looking away from me.I couldn’t look away either.He was hard. Thick. Already leaking at the tip. The sight of him sent a fresh wave of heat through my core, different from the

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ELLARIA.Arren stayed buried inside me, forehead pressed to the curve of my shoulder, his breath still coming too fast against my skin. My arms were locked around his back. My legs had gone loose around his hips. Every part of me felt open and trembling, the kind of deep, bone-level exhaustion that only came after being taken apart completely. The chemical heat was gone. What remained was worse in a quieter way—the full-body awareness of him, the slick mess between us, the way his weight pinned me to the mattress like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.Our chests heaved in uneven rhythm. His heart hammered against mine. I could feel the aftershocks still flickering through him in small, involuntary twitches where we were joined.The room smelled like sex and sweat and the faint trace of whatever had been in that drink. Outside, the motel was quiet.Inside this room though, the only sound was the rough pull of our lungs trying to remember how to work properly again.Arren

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