The Weight of a ChoiceKenzo sat on the edge of the bed, head in hands, breath uneven, as Victoria stirred, her warmth enveloping him in the comfort he'd denied himself for too long. But comfort was a deadly thing.” It made a man weak. It caused him to forget that the world outside this room would not stand still for the fire raging between them. And that fire — it was raging, devouring, drawing them toward a future neither of them completely knew.Victoria moved, resting on one elbow as her green eyes examined him, cutting and flared with something dangerously close to concern. “Kenzo, what’s wrong?” Her voice was hoarse with sleep, but it carried a gravitas that told him she already knew.He blew out, rubbing his palms, feeling the callouses, the roughness of a man too many decades swinging. “What do you do when you wake up to realize that you’re at a crossroads? But no matter how you turn, you’re walking into storm?”Her fingers made slow and soft circles on his back, as if she wer
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