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Aria’s Fury

Author: Merryn
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-18 01:17:02

POV: Olivia

The safehouse was too clean. Too quiet. Silence that made me itch, like the whole city outside was holding its breath.

The kids were curled on the rug in the den, pretending to watch cartoons but really watching him. Luther sat at the far end of the couch, elbows on his knees, eyes fixed on the blackout windows like the storm might still be waiting out there.

Hyden peeked at him from under his lashes, lips pressed thin. Lily’s fingers twisted in her pyjama hem, her brave eyes darting between me and the stranger who smelled like us. Daisy perched on the rug’s edge, head cocked as if working out a riddle. None of them went closer—but none of them looked away.

I stepped into the hall, shut the door softly, and called Aria.

She answered on the first ring. “Liv? Where the hell are you? I just walked through your house—blood on the door, glass everywhere—”

“I know,” I said, keeping my voice even. “We’re safe. The kids are safe.”

A sharp inhale. “Tell me.”

So I did. Clipped, like
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