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Something terrifying.

Something that didn’t feel so impossible anymore.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Aurora

Mason’s place was warm,the heat kicking on as we stepped inside, chasing away the chill that clung to my skin.

The door clicked shut behind us, sealing us in, and for a moment, all I could hear was my own breath. Shaky, unsteady, too fast.

I barely had time to take in my surroundings before Owen moved.

One second, I was standing in the middle of Mason’s living room, and the next, Owen’s hands were cupping my face, his lips crashing into mine with a desperation that stole my breath.

I gasped, my fingers curling into his shirt, but he didn’t let up.

His kiss was deep, claiming, like he had been holding back for weeks and was finally letting go.

And maybe he had been.

Maybe we all had been.

When Owen finally pulled away, his forehead pressed against mine, his breath warm against my lips.

“You should have told us sooner,” he murmured, voice rough. “But we’re here now. And we’re not going anywhere. This is the best news.”

A shiver rolled through me, something between relief and anticipation.

Before I could respond, strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me back against a solid chest.

Mason.

His lips ghosted over the curve of my neck, his breath sending tingles across my skin.

“You drive me insane, Aurora,” he murmured, his voice a low rasp that sent heat pooling in my stomach. “But fuck if I don’t love it.”

My pulse pounded as he nipped at the spot just below my ear, his fingers tightening against my hips.

Ethan was still watching, standing a few feet away, his expression unreadable. But there was something dark and intense in his eyes and filled with need.

Mason’s teeth scraped against my neck, and I let out a shaky breath, my body melting into his.

Then Ethan moved.

He closed the distance between us in two strides, reaching for my chin and tilting my head up. His lips were firm, slow—he took his time as he kissed me.

My head spun, my body caught between them, the warmth of their hands, their mouths, their whispered words against my skin.

Owen’s fingers tangled in my hair. Mason’s grip tightened on my hips. Ethan’s lips were a steady, consuming force.

I had spent weeks drowning in fear, in uncertainty, in everything I thought I was losing.

But right now, in their arms, I wasn’t lost.

I was found.

Heat.

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