THE DUKE'S FORBIDDEN PROPHECY
she says, her voice low and shaky.
No. That single sound holds everything. Feeling her in my arms matters more than speech. Proof comes not in words but in closeness. Head tucked near my collarbone, she quiets - just a soft exhale slipping out. Warmth spreads where her breathing meets the fabric of my shirt. This fit, this fullness, almost brings me down.
Spinning around, clutching what I value most, I meet the one who built all this pain.
Beatrice has backed against the curved stone wall. Her composure is back, a brittle mask. “You don’t understand what you’re interfering with, Duke. This is bigger than your fleeting infatuation. She is a key to - ”
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