Chapter 43I watched Riven from the doorway while he thought I wasn’t looking.He was in the study again, laptop open, shoulders tense in that way I’d come to recognize. The same way he held himself when he was hiding something. I didn’t move. I just stood there, coffee cooling in my hand, letting the quiet stretch between us like a blade I wasn’t ready to use yet.He closed the laptop too quickly when he sensed me. The guilt flashed across his face for half a second before he buried it under a tired smile.“Morning,” he said, voice rough. “You’re up early.”“Couldn’t sleep.” I crossed the room and set the coffee down, then pulled him against me without warning. He came willingly, arms wrapping around my waist, temple resting against my shoulder. My hand settled at the nape of his neck, thumb brushing the spot that always made him shiver. He did now, small and involuntary.“We’ll get through it,” I murmured against his hair. “Together.”The word tasted bitter. Because I was lying too.
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