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The sun is a muted intruder behind the heavy curtains, painting the room with a faint, guilty light. Aurora lies motionless, her pale skin flushed pink with a horror that is not unmixed with lingering heat. Her black hair is a dark spill across the pillow. The slender form breathing softly beside her is not her husband, Leo. It is Cassia. The air is dense and still, heavy with the ghost of sex and the sharp, floral scent of regret. Aurora's hazel eyes open slowly, wide and darting from the unfamiliar curve of a shoulder to the empty, cold expanse of Leo's side of the bed. Her hand lifts of its own accord, her fingertips pressing into the tender skin at the side of her throat—a silent, nervous confession. The silence is a living thing. It breaks only with the rustle of cotton as Cassia s…