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CHAPTER 7

The morning light spilled softly through the tall windows of the mansion, painting the room in gentle golds and ambers. Nikk sat on the edge of the couch, fingers wrapped tightly around her mug of coffee. The silence was different from last night—it was quieter, yes, but calmer, almost tentative.

Kinn watched her from the doorway, leaning lightly against the frame. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. The way she curled slightly inward, shoulders tense but steady, spoke volumes.

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