Chapter 32: The edge of truth

XAVIER’S POV

Sunlight.

Real, warm, clean sunlight. It hit my face through the window, and for the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn’t flinch. I just breathed. The scent wasn’t gunpowder or stale fear; it was pine resin drifting in and the lingering, impossible ghost of her, jasmi...

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