Chapter Twenty Three— The Line We Cross
The storm faded before dawn, leaving the world rinsed and still. Mirabel woke to a pale ribbon of light across her face.Cole lay beside her, his cloak pulled over her shoulders placed there gently in the night, instinctive and protective. She lay still for a moment,listening. His breathing was slow.Calm. Human. She turned toward him, studying his face in the soft morning light. His lashes were still damp, a strand of dark hair brushing his forehead, and in sleep all his sharp edges had softened into something quietly gentle. Something she wasn’t sure she was allowed to want. Because last night… Last night, something in her had cracked open. The storm hadn’t only raged outside it had raged inside her too. His hands on her arms,warm and steady. His voice in the dark,telling her to s
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