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The moon drifted higher, whitening the silk curtains and casting long, trembling shadows across the chamber floor.
Heat thickened the air.
Not the ordinary warmth of the desert night—this heat pulsed, breathed, and rose in waves from Levin’s skin until even the incense could not keep pace with it. His breath hitched, uneven, the sound almost fragile.
Zeramet sat where he was—on the carved obsidian couch—wine glass half-lowered.
He wasn’t smirkin ...
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