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... —like cedarwood, cold rain, and expensive musk. It was a scent that shouldn’t exist in the musty, lavender-choked hotel room she remembered from her nightmare.
She shifted slightly, burrowing deeper into the source of the warmth. The "pillow" beneath her cheek was hard, warm, and moved rhythmically with a slow, steady beat.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
’Wait. Pillows don’t have heartbeats.’
Aria’s eyes snapped open.
Her vision was filled with skin. Pale, smooth, m ...
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