Chapter 17 CHAPTER 17

Not sharper—deeper.

They stood by the window, moonlight silvering the room. Darius rested his hands on her hips, thumbs tracing slow, absent arcs that made her breath catch despite herself.

“You feel different,” he murmured.

“So do you,” she replied. “Heavier. Warmer.”

He leaned down, brushing his m...

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