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Zaria stirred awake and the warmth she felt almost lulled her back into slumber, until memory snapped into place. Koen. The cold. The words. She sat up so quickly the sheets slid down her shoulders, her eyes sweeping the room in frantic search. No crimson gaze. No dark silhouette. Only moonlight spilling across familiar furniture… and River’s steady breath beside her. It was his body heat that had wrapped her in safety, his arm heavy across her waist like an anchor. Zaria pressed a hand to her abdomen. No pain. No lingering bite of that unnatural chill, only the dull ache of exhaustion, the kind that lived in her bones lately. Her attention shifted to River, and for a moment she simply watched him. The soft line of his mouth. The way his lashes rested against his cheeks. The faint c
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