CHAPTER 43ARIA'S POINT OF VIEWThe world outside our door was a symphony of rebuilding. But here, in the silent gloom of our communal house, with dawn barely peeking through the oiled-skin window, the world shrank to the space of a bed, the scent of pine and leather, and the steady, firm warmth of the man beside me.Kaiden was asleep. It was a deep, strange sleep, the kind that had been impossible in the war camps and only tentative in the early days of the Valley. One arm was stretched above his head, the other resting possessively on my waist. In the soft gray light, I traced his silhouette with my eyes—the fierce line of his now-relaxed brow, the shadow of stubble on his jaw, the pale scar across his eyebrow, a reminder of a skirmish long ago.I shifted, and his arm tensed instantly, pulling me closer without me even waking. A soft sound, something between a sigh and a growl, vibrated in his chest. My mate. My anchor. The storm for my calm.Carefully, so as not to wake him, I trie
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