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Chapter 18

Author: Daisy Jolliffe
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-01 20:38:47

The bakery was a sanctuary of warm flour and rising dough, but Evelyn’s heart felt raw beneath the familiar hum of daily life. She worked the dough mechanically, fingers pressing and folding, but her mind was miles away counting down the hours until she faced Adrian’s court. The weight of the coming storm pressed on her chest, making her breaths shallow and thoughts jagged. The scent of fresh bread mingled with the sharp tang of fear and anticipation. She wiped her sweaty palms on her apron, fighting the urge to run her hands through her hair in frustration.

Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, restless, whispering. She ignored it. Or tried to.

The door creaked softly. Evelyn didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

Damon.

He filled the doorway like a shadow stretching into her safe little world. Dark. Steady. Unshakable. Yet his presence never felt oppressive, it was the quiet weight of a storm, inevitable and strangely comforting. His eyes found hers immediately. They al
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