Chapter 32
Riley’s POV For the first time in what felt like forever, sleep actually felt safe. No nightmares clawing at the edges. No phantom gunshots. No triplets lurking in the corners of my mind. Just darkness—soft, heavy, merciful. I curled tighter into the pillow, nuzzling deeper, chasing that rare, fragile peace. Except… the pillow was wrong. Too firm. Too warm. Too alive. Something—someone—breathed against the back of my neck. Slow. Deliberate. Hot. My eyes snapped open. Armani was right there. Lying beside me, propped on one elbow, staring down with that slow, vicious smirk that always made my stomach knot and twist in ways I hated admitting. “What the f**k,” I hissed, jerking upright so fast the room spun. I scrambled backward until my spine hit the headboard, heart slamming against m
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