A THREAT IN MOONLIGHT
Chapter 35 Elena awoke to silence. For a moment, she didn’t move. Damian’s arm was draped over her waist, his breath slow and steady against her hair. In sleep, he looked almost unguarded; the hardness of his jaw slackened. The lines of his brow smoothed. She wondered if he ever truly rested, or if even here—wrapped around her—he fought battles in his dreams. Her fingers itched to trace his features, to memorize the man beneath the mask. But before she could give in to the impulse, Damian stirred. His eyes opened, sharp and aware in an instant. That was Damian—never fully at ease, never truly vulnerable. “You’re awake early,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “Hmm,” she responded. He studied her for a moment, then pressed a kiss to her temple. “Stay in bed. I’ll have Ma
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