Frankie:
The first light of dawn filtered through the heavy curtains, casting faint streaks of gold across the room. The air was warm and heavy with the lingering scent of fire and the faint, intoxicating trace of what had passed between us the night before. My body ached—not from exhaustion, but from the weight of what we'd shared, what we'd become. The four marks on my neck no longer burned, but I could feel them, pulsating, alive.
I shifted beneath the covers, my skin brushing against theirs. Kane's arm was draped possessively over my waist, his breathing deep and even. Kaos's hand rested on my shoulder, his touch grounding as if, even in sleep, he was unwilling to let me drift too far. Kruel lay sprawled beside me, his lips slightly parted, his usual sharpness softened by the peace o
