Chapter 37 A Bitter Truth
- The morning after held a strange stillness.
- Aurelia stirred beneath the sheets, skin warm from the sunlight pouring in through the curtains Callum had forgotten to draw. Her limbs ached—not from pain, but from the brutal reverence of the night before. Every kiss, every breath, every word he’d whispered had carved itself into her like scripture.
- But it wasn’t the physical heat that woke her.