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chapter 53

Author: Echo's heart
last update publish date: 2026-08-13 01:58:40

KAEL’S POV

I held Alisa tighter as the phone’s warning settled between us like a blade pressed to my spine. The cabin’s fire had burned down to embers, casting long shadows across the kitchen walls, but the cold that seeped through my veins had nothing to do with the night air.

My thumb traced the edge of her wrist, feeling the steady pulse beneath her skin—proof she was still here, still choosing this with me.

“Tell me you’re not going alone,” she said, voice low but edged with the same st
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