Chapter 20 Touched

The last whispered “letém mi go…” faded between them.

Silence settled. Warm. Heavy. Close.

Leitana’s forehead still rested against his chest, her breath brushing his shirt in soft, uneven puffs. She wasn’t shaking anymore, but she clung to him like her fingers were stitched into his body.

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