Now, Call Me Mother
When the release finally came, it was a shatteringly violent wave that left me clinging to his back, my nails leaving crescents in his skin as I screamed his name into the canopy.
Later, as we lay in the wreckage of the silk sheets, the silence was heavy and thick. I felt heavy, anchored to the bed by the sheer weight of what had just happened.
"Rest now, Veronica." Maxwell trailed a calloused finger over the darkening marks on my shoulder, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly vibration. "Because tomorrow, you cease to be a Hudson."
He reached for a leather folder on the nightstand, the heavy thud of it hitting the mattress punctuating his words. He slid it toward me, the cold paper brush
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