-ASARAIAHI woke before he did.That never happened.Malrik slept like someone who didn’t trust the world enough to let his guard slip—not for a second, not for a breath. Even when he pretended to sleep, one hand always twitched toward a weapon. His breathing always stayed shallow. His body always carried the tension of a man who’d survived too long to believe in rest.But today?His arm was heavy around my waist.His chest rose in slow, steady waves against my back.His mouth brushed my shoulder with every exhale—warm, human, vulnerable.Like something inside him had finally stopped fighting.I lay still, listening to the strange quiet of his heartbeat.Not the monster’s pulse—cold, empty, barely there.A real one.Strong.Steady.Awakened.My throat ached faintly where he’d bitten me. The skin was tender, warm beneath my fingers, but not painful. More like the echo of something that had changed the air around it.When I brushed it lightly, he stirred behind me with a small, involunt
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