Chapter 33 Borrowed heaven

IRIS

A whisper threads through my sleep, soft and familiar, like a memory I can't quite grasp. My name. It pulls me from the depths of slumber, and I blink into the dim light of my bedroom.

Darian? 

He’s here?

Darian sits on the edge of my bed, his silhouette etched against the faint glow fr...

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