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CHAPTER 230

Author: Olivia GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-15 10:38:50

Damien’s POV

The estate stretched quiet under the late-afternoon light, its walls breathing a calm I didn’t trust. I’d changed position twice since I got here, moving between shadows, memorizing every guard’s pattern, every weak spot in their routine.

Two guards at the main gate. Another near the side path. A third by the garden at half-hour intervals. Tight coverage—but not impossible to breach.

And that was the problem.

If I could find a way in, so could Genevieve. So could Nico. Or any of their hired people.

That thought sat heavy in my chest as I crouched near the east fence, scanning the angles of the house. From here, I could see both the main terrace and the French doors that opened into what looked like a sitting room. It wasn’t a fortress—but it was close.

Celeste was safe, for now.

Still, I couldn’t shake the unease crawling under my skin. Every second Alain spent close to her was another second Genevieve was winning.

I took out my phone, thumb hovering over Darrow’s number
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