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The following day dawned like any other, but the energy around Silver Moon was…different.
Maybe it was just me.
Maybe it was because I hadn't slept well, tossing and turning as memories of Draven's lips, his voice, his touch played on repeat in my mind. The kiss had shattered my balance, shaken something loose that I couldn't seem to fix. And now, every time I blinked, I could still feel his scent clinging to my skin like shadows in moonlight.
I wasn't even sure how I made it through my morning class, or how I managed to give Mallory a believable excuse for locking myself in my room last evening. Thankfully, she didn't push too hard, but her gaze lingered on me longer than usual, clearly suspicious. I couldn't blame her. If our roles were reversed, I'd be suspicious of myself too.
