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Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled silk. Silas Thorne lies beside you, shirtless and deep in sleep, his breathing a slow, even rhythm that fills the quiet. The chaotic roar of Nina's party—the chlorine-scented pool, the crystal tumblers of amber liquor, the razor-sharp tension between you—has dissolved into this hushed, intimate wreckage. You are both naked. The reality of the night coals in your chest as you wake next to the man you are meant to despise, who remains, for now, beautifully unaware.