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Chapter 108

Auteur: Nivi Rosa
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-08 21:43:43

Lucian's voice stopped her before she reached the door.

"Serena."

She paused.

Not because he sounded angry.

Lucian rarely sounded angry.

He sounded something infinitely more unusual.

Concerned.

The realization alone was enough to make her turn around.

The terrace lights painted half his face in gold and left the other half in s
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