Chapter 73. The Articles
The ghost of the final track was still vibrating in the air, the low-end frequencies of Caspian’s bass lingering like a physical weight in the pit of Rayna’s stomach. They were still tangled in each other’s space, the "Shadow Album" a digital masterpiece locked away in a drive that didn't exist to the public. Caspian leaned back against the console, his chest heaving slightly as the silence of the loft rushed back in. He reached for a glass of water, his tattooed hand trembling just enough for Rayna to notice. The vulnerability of the last few hours hadn't just stripped her bare; it had eroded the billionaire, the mogul, and the "King" until only Elijah remained- a man who looked like he’d just fought a war with his own heartbeat. Rayna didn't move away. She stayed within the circle o
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