Jaselyn's POV Pain has a scent. It’s sharp and metallic, like blood on steel. It sinks into you, saturating every breath, clinging to your skin until it becomes impossible to tell where it ends and you begin. I thought I understood pain before today. I thought I had lived it, endured it. But this was different.This was agony, and it had Zane’s name on it.The morning light filtered through the tall windows, golden and soft, a cruel contradiction to the cold reality settling over me. The memories come flashing back quickly. The Peace Ball, his captivating scent, those soft words whispered. His touch. I sat up slowly, the sheets pooling around my waist as I looked at him. He stood near the window, already dressed, his back to me. His posture was rigid, deliberate.“Get dressed,” he said, his voice low and unfamiliar.I blinked, confused, clutching the sheet to my chest. “What?”He turned, and his amber eyes met mine. The warmth I had drowned in last night—the tenderness that had made m
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