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Chapter Seven · The BalconySmouldering
The city glittered far below, but he was watching only her — the way the wind caught her hair, the dare in the tilt of her chin.
“Stay,” she said, and the single word undid them both.
He crossed the balcony slowly, as if the night might break if he moved too fast, and stopped close enough to feel her breathe.
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