I catch my reflection in the mirror: flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair a wild mess.
It looks like a runaway train plowed right over me.
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And I hate how much I love it.
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Caim waits by the door, already dressed in black.
His open shirt reveals the runes, pulsing on his chest like living embers beneath the skin.
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The horns are gone, but the gold in his eyes remains—sharp, predatory, like he could tear me apart with a glance.
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He says nothing.
Just extends a hand.
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I take it.
His fingers close around mine—warm, possessive, certain I belong to him.
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We walk in silence through the corridors.
My cheeks burn with shame.
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Certain everyone heard us earlier.
And I doubt Caim gives a damn.
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The dining hall doors creak open.
Hamzel stands by the long table, cane tapping
