Cassidy
I groaned again and hid my face deeper into Kieran's chest. "That was so embarrassing."
Kieran chuckled, low and amused. "You'll survive. Barely."
His hands were still on my waist, thumbs brushing soothing circles against my hips. I should've pulled away. I didn't want to.
Instead, I stepped back, just enough to look into his eyes. "Come with me. I have something to show you."
He raised an eyebrow. "If it's another weapon stash, I might scream."
I snorted and tugged his hand. "Just follow me."
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The library lights flicked on with a soft hum when I pushed open the doors. Kieran hesitated in the threshold.
The room was no longer chaotic, no longer a mess of broken chairs and shattered memories. The maids had worked fast. The space was restored to its elegant silence. The air smelled faintly of lemon oil and aged books.
Kieran's eyes moved immediately to the far wall.
To where the portrait of his father had once hung.
