The pull
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Chapter seven
Silence stretched between them.
Not empty.
Not uncertain.
Tight.
Ellora closed the distance.
One step.
Two.
Until the air between them was gone.
She didn’t just see him anymore.
She remembered.
His face in half-light.
The low vibration of his laughter.
The heat of his breath against her skin
on a night that shouldn’t have mattered…
but did.
He didn’t move.
He stood still, too still.
but his eyes betrayed him.
They weren’t cold anymore.
They were drowning.
Ellora leaned in.
Slow.
Inevitable.
Her gaze traced the line of his throat.
The pulse beating too fast beneath his skin.
She tilted her head
her lips just inches from his.
He didn’t pull away.
He leaned toward her instead.
It looked painful.
Like something unseen was dragging him forward.
Like a force he couldn’t fight.
His eyes fluttered shut.
His hand lifted, tracing her face, like he’d memorized every inch of her skin before now, like he’d been waiting for this moment. Fingers hovering near her waist.
A surrender.
Then suddenly,
He snapped.
He stepped back so fast his back hit the stone wall.
The impact cracked through the room.
His breath came uneven.
Sharp.
Like he had almost lost control
and knew it.
Ellora didn’t flinch.
She let out a quiet, dry chuckle.
“I knew it,” she whispered.
She brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, her gaze locking onto his.
“I knew you remembered.”
His jaw tightened.
His expression hardened too quickly.
Too deliberately.
“You have no idea what you’re playing with, Ellora.”
Before she could answer
a heavy thud echoed from the corridor.
Metal. Sliding into place.
All three of them stilled.
From the other side of the room, Isabella’s voice cut through, low, tight with panic.
“Ellora… the guards, I don’t think they’re just passing by.”
The handle rattled.
Once.
Twice.
It didn’t open.
Locked.
From the outside.
Isabella’s voice dropped further.
“They’re stopping.”
Silence followed.
Different this time.
Tension.
Threat.
Ellora’s gaze flicked to the door
then back to him.
Because now
this wasn’t just about memory anymore.
It was about being caught.
And whatever he was trying to protect her from
was already here.
“I warned you” he whispered.
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