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Never been better

Theemage
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 28.08.2026 22:22:24

Danny's POV

I scratched the side of my head, awkwardly scanning the room to look literally anywhere except at Chadwick. But I could feel his intense gaze burning into the side of my face.

“Danny?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you okay?”

“Never been better,” I muttered, grabbing my phone and heading for the doorway.

I had barely taken two steps when Chadwick’s hand shot out, catching my wrist. With a swift, gentle tug, he pulled me backward until my spine was pressed flat against his broad chest,
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    Chad's POV My heart completely stopped. Had something terrible happened to my mate upstairs? Had he been shot while I was down here fighting? Was I standing in front of his actual spirit?! “Danny, if that's really you...” My voice broke, tears burning my eyes. “Please... please don't be dead.” The figure remained silent for one long, agonizing second. Then, a sweet, exasperated voice spoke from beneath the bedsheet. “Happy Halloween, I guess.” I froze. The figure reached up with both hands and yanked the bedsheet off. Messy blonde hair. Brilliant blue eyes. Pink pajamas. Teddy-bear slippers. My heavily pregnant husband stood before me, holding a black 9mm handgun, his massive belly making it physically impossible for him to look even remotely intimidating. Except he had just put a bullet straight through Cassian Lucien’s chest. I stared at him, completely speechless. Danny offered a small, sheepish smile. “Hi, honey.” I couldn't speak. I looked at my husband. Then at Cass

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