Chapter 207

Chapter 207: Chapter 207

Beside him, Astra curled inward, her limbs tangled in torn sheets. Her hair clung to her damp skin, wild and knotted, and her wild eyes were dull with tears, staring at the stone ceiling above.

The room bore the scars of their violent activity; claw marks on stone, blood smeared like art across sheets. There was no tenderness here – only desperation, destruction, and the undeniable scent of war disguised as desire.

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