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Cullen couldn’t help it.. Her flustered expression, the way she buried her face in his chest, the uncharacteristic stumble in her words, it pulled a low, husky laugh from him. A sound rough at the edges, but warm all the same. “I’m very what, Nadya?” he teased, voice brushing against her ear...

He had meant it as a distraction, something to soothe her storm, to anchor them both in the middle of the chaos. To pull them back to the calm that had settled between them.. But just like the last time he’d kissed her, he'd found something unexpected.. It wasn’t just comfort. It wasn’t just...

Cullen's breath caught at her words, his heart beating like war drums in his chest, not from fury now, but from the sheer weight of what she'd just promised him. The heartbreak ends here. He looked at her, really looked at her, and all the years of loyalty, longing, pain, and unspoken things...

Cullen didn’t hesitate when she stepped into him. His arms wrapped around her with a fierce tenderness, like she was something precious and volatile all at once. His hand slid up into her hair, fingers weaving through the strands as he drew her tighter to his chest. He held her like she was his...

Cullen paused in the doorway. The sight of her, rooted to the floor like a storm trapped in glass, caused his heart to twist. Nadya, so often fire and fury, looked like she was seconds from shattering. And he knew that feeling. He stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind him with a soft...

Cullen gave a faint, grim smile at Fedyr’s words—one that barely touched his eyes, but carried weight nonetheless. A part of him, the part that hadn’t been completely worn away by war and bitterness, felt a flicker of something like camaraderie. Trust. Not easily given these days, but deserved...

Cullen could feel Ilir's frustration rolling off of him like smoke, thick and cloying, and fuck it felt good. That twisted satisfaction, like warmth curling in his gut, coiled around him like a soft, dark cloak. Cullen had many enemies. He had fought men and monsters, stared into the eyes of...

He was grateful now for Eira’s warning. Without it, the words might have prompted a far more violent reaction from him. But even with the foreknowledge, hearing the proposal from Ilir’s own mouth was enough to send heat flooding through his veins. Still, Cullen remembered Nadya’s words, and kept...

The spear missed, but only barely. Meala banked sharply, fire trailing from her maw as they passed through the curling heat and wind of Iralux’s approach. Cullen felt the pressure of Solherre’s presence like a second sun overhead. The blinding radiance, the shattering dive. Arrows meant for him...

Cullen’s eyes cut sharply to Fenton at Greydon’s reminder, then dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “Well aware…” he muttered with a quiet huff, though there was a twitch at the corner of his mouth, the faintest ghost of a smile. But his attention didn’t linger. His dark gaze shifted to Ilir...

Cullen didn’t push her when her smile faltered, just let his hands fall away slowly, letting her have the distance if she needed it. The echo of that night still hovered between them, and it hit harder in the silence between their words than in anything spoken aloud. His brow lifted slightly at...

Cullen flinched, barely, when she snapped at him, but it wasn’t fear. It was something deeper, wounded and raw. He took the heat of her words in silence, jaw locked tight, hands curled into fists at his sides. He wanted to argue. To tell her she was underestimating Ilir. That men like him didn’t...

Cullen’s lips twisted in frustration as Fedyr gave his response, and Nadya slipped her arm from his grasp like it had never belonged there. His hands fell uselessly to his sides, and he let out a breath through his nose, sharp and short. “I’m not suggesting you drag her off kicking and...

Cullen’s jaw was tight as he watched the pair approach, his body a coil of tension, only loosening slightly when Eira’s gaze found him. It was a strange, sharp sort of ache that bloomed in his chest at the way she said his name, formal, cold, as though the fire between them had never existed. He...

Cullen blinked against the blinding light outside, eyes still adjusting, hand braced against the doorframe as he stared at the man who dared to knock on Nadya’s door like he had every right. Fedyr. Cullen’s frown deepened the second he registered who it was, and that he stood there alone. His...