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Chapter Sixty Nine

Author: Jane dee
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-10 09:32:44
The Edge of Peace

Saxa

The cold shouldn’t feel this far away.

Eirik turns his head aside for one heartbeat, respectful, then lies back in the snow as if he refuses to let shame dictate the terms of this moment. It makes something in my chest loosen.

The snow bites, my skin puckers. Every nerve feels awake, alive—and somehow, being here like this doesn’t feel exposed in the wrong way. It feels like the truth.

We breathe together, steam, silence, the ache in my bones softens.

His head turns towar
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