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Chapter 108: Not Just a Threat

Auteur: David Writes
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-23 05:19:29

Mariella's POV

There was a moment of silence as we both stared at each other. His eyes looked softer than usual tonight. And as our eye contact lingered on, I didn't know whether to speak first or whether to let him speak.

“You’re hurt.”

The words left my mouth before I could stop them.

His gaze flickered briefly before settling back into something neutral.

“It’s nothing,” he said.

I almost smiled but forced myself not to. Of course, it was nothing. Even if the whole planet were to blow up and
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