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“No regrets?” I ask.

“No.” Her hand finds mine. “You?”

I bring her fingers to my mouth.

“Regret you? Never.”

Her eyes drift closed.

I stay beside her until sleep takes her.

For once, the ghosts stay quiet.

Chapter 6

Reina

Iwakeuptowarmth.

His heavy arm is locked around my waist.

His big body is behind mine.

His steady breath brushes the back of my neck.

My cheeks heat before my eyes even open.

I’m wearing a clean shirt of his. Nothing underneath. The fabric is soft from a hundred washes, big enough to cover me to mid-thigh, and it smells like him. Cedar. Leather. Something warm and male that makes my stomach flutter before I even move.

Ace shifts behind me.

His arm tightens.

I go still.

So does he.

For one suspended breath, neither of us says anything.

Then his voice rumbles against my skin. “Morning, sweetheart.”

My whole body answers him.

Traitor.

“Morning,” I whisper.

His hand flexes at my stomach. Big and warm through the shirt.

Last night, that hand held mine while I fell apart.

Last night, that hand touched me like I was precious.

Last night, I stopped being untouched in his bed and somehow felt more like myself after.

I turn carefully.

Ace is already watching me.

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