Chapter 32 Concord of ashes

Cressida's pov

I woke to warmth.

Not the thin, grudging warmth of the dormitory radiators. This was solid and alive. It pressed against my back, curled around my legs, cradled my face like a hand.

For a moment, I didn't remember where I was.

Then I felt the chest beneath my cheek. The slow, s...

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