Chapter 35 What Comes After Fire
“Sometimes peace is the scariest thing of all. Because it means you have something to lose.” The Morning After- The world was quieter now. No alarms. No gunfire. No masked men. Just the low hum of morning creeping through the curtains and the slow, careful breath of two people trying to figure out what life looks like when the war ends. Ace lay on his back in bed, one arm behind his head, the other stretched toward Sami, fingers barely touching hers. The sheets tangled around them, skin warm against skin. He hadn’t slept like that in a long time—not because he was tired, but because he could. Sami stirred beside him, eyes fluttering open. There were shadows beneath them, but less than yesterday. Her red hair spilled across the pillow in a wild halo, and she looked at him like she was
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