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CHAPTER 36- A NIGHT OF GUILT

Author: Geneva .A. Zwicker
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-24 21:35:23

The convoy rolled out of the De Vitalio estate just as dusk began to bleed into the horizon. The sky hung low and heavy, streaked with faint shades of crimson as though painted in warning. Engines hummed in unison, black-tinted cars weaving down the long stone drive like a procession of predators heading to the hunt.

Amira sat stiffly in the leather backseat of the lead car. Beside her, Montez leaned against the corner of the seat, sharp in his dark suit, though the composure of his image was marred by the redness of his nose and the faint shadow of irritation etched under his eyes.

He sneezed suddenly, violent enough to make his broad shoulders jolt forward. “Damn this shit.” He murmured a cuss.

Amira blinked, clutching her clutch bag tighter. She couldn’t help it but as much as her heart lept with the triumph of seeing him so helpless, her stomach clenched with a twinge of guilt. The petal she had hidden in his suit earlier
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