TWO ALPHAS ONE BOND
In its place was a crystal-clear awareness, as if a lifelong static had finally resolved into perfect clarity.
Zeviar lay behind me, his arm a comforting weight around my waist, his breath a deep, even cadence in the quiet room. Orion, a sprawl of limbs, had found his way to the armchair by the window, seemingly unbothered by its cramped confines. The first tendrils of dawn, soft and grey, began to paint the room, stretching long, silent panels across the floor.
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