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CHAPTER 335

Author: Olivia GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-10 18:59:27

Nico’s POV

I didn’t think. I just moved.

Bootsteps approached the hallway, and the first door I saw was cracked open. I slipped inside fast, pressing the wood shut behind me without a sound. My pulse hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat.

Great. Perfect. Hide in someone’s damn bedroom like a thief.

Real smooth, Nico.

Voices drifted from the kitchen—Martha’s and Sage’s—close enough that if I breathed too loud, they’d hear me.

I froze, listening.

Martha’s voice was low, strained. “He called again. He’s looking for you.”

Everything inside me went still.

A beat of silence, and then Sage’s voice—sharp and brittle.

“I don’t care. He doesn’t own us anymore.”

The words hit me harder than they should’ve. Who could be looking for her, and why did her voice carry anger and fear?

“You should stop answering his calls. He’s dead to me. He should be dead to you too.” Her tone was sharp and full of pain at the same time. I could tell.

But I shouldn’t care. It wasn’t my business. But still,
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