“Zayne—stop. You’re being—”

Aria's POV

The room was warm, almost oppressively so, the air thick and still. Too quiet. My eyelids felt heavy, glued shut by a profound exhaustion that seeped into my very bones. I stirred, a languid stretch, beneath the soft, luxurious weight of my blanket, my breath catching at the subtle s...

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