Chapter27
The mark was still faint when Serena stepped out of the shower, a shimmering crescent etched over her collarbone like a birthright carved in light. She stared at it in the mirror, breath caught, skin damp, fingers tracing the edges. It wasn’t a tattoo. It pulsed with something deeper something alive. She hadn’t imagined the dream. Or the fire that crawled beneath her skin now like embers waiting to ignite. A knock sounded at the door. She snapped her robe closed and moved cautiously. “Who is it?” “It’s me.” Serena frowned. “We are just two of us in this home duhh” . Dom was very sassy but there was one more thing he still quite had. His extremely sassy behavior. She opened the door halfway. He stood there in his pajamas and stared intensely at her. “I… I heard about…,” he said.
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