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A Trap Set

Author: Author_Smegsy
last update publish date: 2026-10-19 23:44:51

Both Daniel and Lucien froze, their eyes snapping to me in synchronized disbelief. Pedro stopped mid-key, his hand hovering over the console as if he hadn't heard me right.

"Amber..." Daniel began, his eyebrows pulling together as his usual playful smirk faded into genuine shock. "You're saying you want to let the acoustic emitters go off? You want to let a twenty-mile horde march straight to our front gate?"

"I don't plan to stop them," I said smoothly, leaning back against the edge of the war
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