The warmth in her chest was no longer quiet. Aria felt it before she opened her eyes. It was a slow, steady beat. Like deep water moving under ice. It did not hurt. It did not scare her. But it was there, and she could not ignore it anymore.She lay still for half a minute. She tried to make it calm down. The warmth did not listen.She got up. She washed her face in cold water. She went to work.By Friday evening, the warmth had a rhythm. By Saturday, it had a direction. She felt it at strange times. When she was still. When she woke. When she was in the east wing and knew one of the brothers was near, even before she saw him. She tested this without meaning to. Once, she turned a corner and knew Caden was on the other side, standing at the window. He was there. She walked another way without stopping. The second time, in the kitchen, the warmth moved. She looked toward the garden door. Twenty seconds later, Cole came through it. He brought cold air with him.He looked at her across t
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