Chapter 34 Days Of Illusion

• Sophia’s POV
• Morning sunlight spilled across the bedroom floor in long, honey-colored ribbons. I woke to the quiet rhythm of Dominic’s breathing and, for a few blissful seconds, forgot who we were.
• He was still asleep beside me, one arm over my waist as if it belonged there. His hair, usually perfect, had fallen across his brow in a dark, scattered wave. I studied the planes of his face, the strong jaw, the faint scar along his temple, like they were a secret I had been entrusted to keep.