Fallen?
Alara’s POV The lights in my room were dimmed to a warm glow, casting soft shadows across the ivory walls. I sat cross-legged on the bed, my silk robe tied loosely around my waist, my hair damp from the evening shower. Clarke was curled beside me, wrapped in one of the Wolfe mansion’s oversized robes, her head resting on the pillows like she belonged there. Outside, the city buzzed faintly beneath the tall glass windows. But in this moment, it was just us—two girls trying to make sense of the worlds we’d found ourselves in. “You know,” I murmured, staring at the ceiling, “this doesn’t feel real sometimes.” Clarke rolled over onto her side, facing me. “Because it isn’t. It’s insane. One minute you’re working behind a counter, the next you’re getting kissed by one of the most powerful me
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