Page 74 of Sizzling Desire

It’s our wedding day.

Kane takes a step closer, his hands finding my waist, his touch grounding me in a way nothing else can. “You ready forthis, Gracie?” His voice is soft but edged with that quiet certainty that always undoes me.

I swallow hard, my throat suddenly tight. “I think so.”

He tilts his head, studying me. “That doesn’t sound very convincing.”

I exhale, my fingers gripping the front of his shirt like I need to hold onto something solid. “I just… What if this isn’t real?”

Kane’s lips twitch like he’s amused but also like he understands. He always understands.

He lifts a hand to my face, brushing his knuckles along my cheek. “It’s real.”

His hand drifts lower, resting over my stomach. A warmth blooms beneath his touch, an undeniable reminder of the tiny life we created together.

“You, me, this baby—it’s all real, Grace.” His voice is steady, unwavering. “You just have to let yourself believe it.”

I blink up at him, my heart aching in the best possible way. “And you? Do you believe it?”

Kane’s hands tighten on me, his jaw locking for a second before he speaks. “I’ve always believed in us, Gracie.”

A lump forms in my throat, but before I can respond, the scene around us shifts.

The beach fades. The warm breeze vanishes.

And suddenly, I’m standing alone in a darkened hallway.

A long, endless stretch of shadow and flickering light. The air is heavy—charged with something I can’t quite name.

My breath catches.

Kane is gone.

Panic spikes through me as I spin around, searching for him, for anything familiar.

I step forward, my bare feet cool against the wooden floor. My dress is still clinging to me, but the delicate lace feels wrong now. Like it’s constricting me, like it’s holding me back.

“Kane?” My voice wobbles, swallowed by the pressing silence.

Nothing.

Then—

A whisper.

A faint, haunting sound in the distance.

I freeze.

The hallway begins to narrow, the walls pressing in. The light overhead flickers, the shadows shifting, moving.

Something’s coming.

I feel it before I see it—the creeping sensation of being watched, of something unseen lurking just out of reach.

Fear curls around my spine, wrapping tight.

And then?—

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