Chapter Thirteen: The Quiet Before

ASTRID'S POV

THE NEXT MORNING

The kitchen reeks of burned coffee and lemon wood polish. Eagan is standing up at the counter, shirtless, scrubbing at some stain on his forearm — blood or ink, I can’t tell. When he moves, his scars shift like living things, the tattoo over his left shoulder blade ...

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