Christmas morning.
Elara stared at the ceiling. Logan's arm was heavy across her waist. His breath warm on her neck.
She hadn't left. After the bathroom breakdown. After learning about the contract trap. She'd come out. Crawled into bed. Let him hold her.
Because where else would she go?
"You're thinking too loud," Logan mumbled against her skin.
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry." He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "Talk to me."
"I don't know what to say."
"Start with how you're feeling."
She turned in his arms. Faced him. His hair was messy. Eyes soft. Vulnerable in the morning light.
"Trapped," she admitted. "Confused. Angry."
He nodded. Didn't flinch. "Fair."
"But also—" She touched his face. "Not alone."
Something shifted in his expression. Hope. Relief. "Elara—"
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