Chapter 66 The Knock

• It’s quiet after — the kind of hush that hums warm instead of sharp, Ellerei draped over Knox’s chest like she’d burrow straight into his ribs if he let her.
• His palm strokes lazy lines up and down her spine, tracing the bumps of old scars she doesn’t flinch from anymore — not when his mouth pressed worship over every one like a promise to turn ruin into something holy.
• She hums soft — nose nudged against his throat, her breath warm where it ghosts the new bite marks she left under his jaw.