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AUTHOR’S POV
The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the quiet room, curling into the air like an unspoken truth neither of them dared to voice.
The storm outside had calmed, leaving only the sound of raindrops gently tapping against the glass windows, a soft rhythm that somehow felt heavier than the silence between them.
Sloane sat on the plush couch, her hands wrapped around the warm porcelain cup, letting the heat seep into her fingers.
Across from her, Vincien sat with a cup of his own, though he hadn’t taken a sip. Instead, his gaze remained fixed on her, unreadable yet intense, as if he were gathering the courage to speak.
Minutes passed.
She knew he had something on his mind, something important. But she also knew Vincien well enough to understand that he would on
