Fault Lines

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(Charlotte POV)

Arabella came home smelling like smoke and secrets.

I didn't ask what she'd done. I didn't want to know.

But as she kissed me hard against the kitchen counter, my body trembling with equal parts desire and fear, I realized something terrifying:

I didn't recognize the woman holding me anymore.

Later, while she slept beside me, I slipped into the guest room. Opened the emergency bag I'd packed. Stared at Seraya's bunny tucked inside.

Every instinct screamed at me to run. To get Seraya out before the shadows swallowed us whole.

But my heart refused. Because leaving Arabella Montclair felt like cutting out my own lungs.

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