
Author's POV
The drive back home was quiet, the soft hum of the engine filling the space between them. The night air had cooled, and Aira, wrapped in Ivan’s coat, was curled up against his shoulder, her head resting lightly on him.

Author's POV
The drive back home was quiet, the soft hum of the engine filling the space between them. The night air had cooled, and Aira, wrapped in Ivan’s coat, was curled up against his shoulder, her head resting lightly on him.
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