Chapter 32

Elena’s POV

I woke in his arms. My head rested on his chest, and one of his legs was flung over my hips. His arm was locked around me like I would vanish if he let go.

And the man in question?

Dax Valiente.

Oh, God.

Flashes of the night before burned into my brain—fireworks, his lips, his hands, his...

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