RavenThe hangover was a war crime.I woke up buried under a mountain of silk in the guest suite, my skull split open and filled with hot lead. I was still in his shirt. It still smelled like cedar and him, which was unfair, because my head was punishing me enough.The last thing I remembered was his heart. The way it had pounded under my palm in the library. The silence.After that, nothing. A dark, merciful blank.If I had braced myself for a lecture over breakfast, or for that cold little smirk he wore whenever he thought I'd done something spectacularly stupid, I needn't have bothered.Aaron was gone.Not that morning. Not the next one.For two days, I barely saw him. I heard the private elevator sometime before dawn, then footsteps fading down the hall. Late at night, I caught the smell of coffee and scotch outside his study. But by the time I came out of my room, he was gone, and by the time I went to bed, his study door was still shut.His side of the bed stayed cold. So much
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