Dawn never really came underground.
The safehouse had no windows, only the soft blue glow of security monitors and the warm amber of bedside lamps. Elena woke tangled in Luca’s arms, his chest rising and falling steadily against her back, one heavy thigh thrown over hers like he was still afraid she’d vanish in the night.
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