Chapter 32 The Hand That Slips Between Us

The knock came at dawn.

Not frantic.

Not urgent.

Measured.

Which meant it was worse.

Ren was already awake beside me — not asleep in the human sense, but in that controlled stillness he dropped into when the world quieted enough to let him recalibrate. The warmth of him at my back grounded me in a w...

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