Chapter 64
The room was draped in soft golden shadows, the kind that only came in the hours just before dawn. Outside, the wind whispered against the old safehouse walls, but inside, there was only stillness… and the sound of her breathing. Sasha lay beside Quinn, one arm tucked under the pillow, her other resting loosely across her bare stomach. The sheet clung loosely to her hips, barely concealing the elegant lines of her body. Her skin was kissed with the faint glow of the early morning light, a beautiful contrast to the darker ink of the tattoos that wrapped around her like armor and art all at once. Quinn lay on his side, eyes locked on her as if she might disappear. Sleep hadn't come to him. Not because he was restless—but because he didn’t want to waste a second not looking at her. He stud
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