Silent Contract Rearing Mates
Two souls tangled for centuries, now standing at the edge of their last chance.
But no amount of training kept the nightmares away.
Every night, Lena slipped into dreams of other lives old faces, forgotten places, the shadow of loss clinging to her like a second skin.
And with each night, the dreams pressed in darker, heavier, until she woke gasping and drenched in sweat.
And every night, Damien was pulled into them against his will.
He arrived at her door again on the seventh night, shirt half-buttoned, sweat beading across his temple, chest rising and falling in rapid breaths.
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