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FORTY-TWO | OF CASTLES AND KINGS
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2024-10-29 19:42:56I stared at the tyre tracks carved into the ground. There were two sets – proof of my encounter with Cyrus – yet the entire event felt utterly fabricated.
Despite his strange behaviour, I felt waves of calm wash over me. If meeting Cyrus had been the beginning of the end of my relationship with Harper, then today’s kiss had been the cement that sealed our joined fates. I was no longer dancing in a grey area; I had stepped out into the sunlight, no matter how shadowed and dappled the greener grass may be.
I stumbled back to my car, leaning heavily on the bonnet. My neck ached, and in the silence of my abrupt loneliness, I realised how bizarre my afternoon had been. With the blood pounding against my temples, I slithered into the driver’s seat. In my haste I’d left the door open, and as my strength left me I was grateful for my earlier hurriedness.
I wilted against the seat, closing my e
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The world collapsed in on itself as I waited for the door to open. My right hand remained curled in a loose fist, raised against the wood, knuckles bared. I flexed my fingers and, slowly, lowered my hand.I focused on my breathing, caught in that everlasting moment. With every rise and fall of my chest, I could feel the passage of time. It had to be moving. I was not trapped here.I turned halfway back towards Cyrus, needing to see him, to reassure myself that he was still here with me, when the door finally opened. I caught a flash of hair so dark it shone blue even in the dim light, and then hard arms were pulling me inside.“Callie,” Paps breathed, his body warm and unyielding as he held me close. “Oh, thank God.”I stilled against him, my arms at stiff angles by my sides. My heart leapt – he seemed glad to see me – even as it twisted and tangled, knotting itsel
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