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Dipping her head, she took a breath. ‘Sante.’
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Chapter 32
SOLEIL
That night, Soleil fell into a quiet, deep sleep.
She stirred before dawn, warmth pooled beneath her ribs, the same lightness in her chest.
When she opened her eyes, she sawthem.
Above her bed, suspended in the air like starlight caught mid-spin, two spectral wolves danced.
One washers, red, fluid, and graceful.
The other, unmistakablyhis, glowed violet-gold, massive and fluid, elegant and protective.
They circled one another in play, weaving in arcs along the ceiling of her small room, their auras touching, glancing, pulsing with light and warmth.
Soleil blinked, dazed, then smiled, until she rememberedhim.
She pushed the blanket off and slipped from bed, barefoot on the cold floor, in shorts and a tank top.
She wrapped a tattered shawl over her shoulders and padded to the door.
When it hissed open, the corridor greeted her in dim silence.
There he was.
Curled in the far corner.
His coat drawn around him, his boot laces loosened.
His head rested back against the wall, his brow soft in sleep, his lips parted.
Thinner than she liked, hollowed by guilt and longing.
Yet still sofokkin’handsome, so magnetic, so freakin’ beautiful.
Her heart clenched so hard it stole her breath.
His violet glowing eyes snapped wide and found hers.
She jolted, but he didn’t move, nor speak.
He just gazed at her like she was a dream he feared would vanish.
Their spectral wolves appeared, prowled shoulder to shoulder, before coming to a stop in the chasm between the couple.
They circled once, twice, in unison, then vanished in a burst of golden shimmer.
Soleil held his gaze as she walked to him.
When she got to the space before him, she took a deep breath and extended her hand.
Santi stared at it.
