Chapter Seventy Five

Joan’s P.O.V

The morning sunlight barely crept through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing over our tangled bodies like a whisper. I blinked awake slowly, my body sore in the best way, still aching with the memory of the night before. Raven’s arm was draped over my waist, his face relaxed in sle...

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