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It’s a Perfect Trap
Author: Cindy Chen
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The moment Astra’s lips crashed against his, Calen nearly lost himself.

It was different from before—this kiss was hungry, desperate, burning with something uncontrollable. Her fingers clutched at him, her body pressing closer, her heat seeping through his clothes.

Damn it.

He knew she wasn’t in her right mind, but gods, she was making it impossible to think.

His hands instinctively found her bare shoulders, his fingers grazing over the fevered skin. Too warm. Too intoxicating. Too dangerous.

Then Astra’s trembling hands slid lower, reaching for the last barrier of her clothing.

And for a split second, Calen almost let her.

But suddenly—

Light flooded the chapel.

A harsh, blinding glow filled the once-dark space, illuminating everything.

And before either of them could react—

A group of people burst into the room.

Gasping. Murmuring. Judging.

Calen froze in place, still holding Astra in his arms. Astra, whose shoulders were bare, whose body was flush against his, whose lips were still
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