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Wounds & whispers

作者: Veetoria
last update 最終更新日: 2025-02-17 23:56:15
SERAFINA

The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet.

I paced the living room, panic clawing at my chest. It had been two hours since Mikhail delivered me home and I was yet to hear a word from Adriko.

No calls.No text.

Mikhail and Dima had returned a while ago but Adriko wasn't with them. They said nothing except “He’s handling it”.

As if that was supposed to stop me from worrying.

I had tried calling him but my calls kept going to voicemail. Thirty minutes ago, I attempted to leave the penthouse but was sent back by guards who were stationed downstairs.

The thought of something terrible happening to him flashed through my mind and my chest tightened painfully.

These emotions were foreign to me. When did I start caring about his safety?

“Oh, Dear. You need to change out of that dress.” Nadia commented from the doorway, staring at me in concern.

This was the fourth time in two hours that she had tried to get me to move and relax but I couldn't find it in me to leave my
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 I sat near the back, a scarf wrapped tightly around my shoulders, even though it wasn’t that cold. My nerves were doing enough of a job freezing me from the inside out. I hadn’t slept much. The letters were all I could think about. Diana arrived ten minutes later, hair piled into a messy bun, sunglasses perched on her head, and a curious frown on her lips. “Okay, you’re officially freaking me out,” she said as she slid into the seat across from me. “What’s going on?” I looked down into my untouched espresso, then back up at her. “I went to see my father.” Her brows lifted. “Seriously?” I nodded. “He called while I was still in Russia and I promised I'd visit once I returned.” Diana leaned in. “And?” “The dinner was awkward. He tried to play nice. Apologized, even.” I shrugged. “I didn’t buy it. But that’s not the problem.” “The

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