The apartment felt unfamiliar without him.Not empty. Never empty now. Vaelrion’s scent clung to the blankets, threaded through the sheets, braided into the hoodie she still wore. The bond thrummed beneath her ribs—warm, steady, a private drum that reminded her, insistently, that somewhere above the clouds her mate waited.Mine.Eloise stretched lazily beneath the surface of her thoughts. Mate returning soon.“I know,” Lyra murmured, but the quiet still unsettled her. After a week tangled in Vaelrion’s arms, silence felt like a room that had forgotten how to breathe.She tried to work. She really did. Cross‑legged in the nest of blankets, laptop open, half‑finished legal briefs glaring back at her, she attempted productivity three times and failed each time. The claiming mark at her throat pulsed every few minutes, tugging her attention away from paragraphs and precedent. Sometimes the bond leaked impressions—cold corridors, the press of responsibility, the low, patient pressure of
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