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15. First Bullet, First Wound

Author: Sarah Latifah
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-19 21:49:21

Dawn had not fully broken when the sound of a loud knock on the room door shattered Helga's sleep. The girl startled, her hand reflexively reaching beneath the pillow, searching for the small pistol Rico had given her last night. Empty. She just remembered Zean had taken back that weapon after they entered the room.

Helga exhaled a harsh breath, swept aside the blanket, and immediately got up. She glanced at the other side of the bed, that place was already neat and cold. Zean apparently had b
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