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Chapter 10 - Cillian

Author: Peyton Iuga
last update publish date: 2026-03-24 19:58:51

Cillian

She doesn’t do what I tell her. I know that before I even open the door.

She’s by the window, still in the silk pajamas I had sent up to her. Dark hair loose around her shoulders, bare feet against the polished floor, morning light tracing the outline of her body in pale gold.

I lean against the doorframe instead of walking straight in. The file rests in one hand, loose and unthreatening, though we both know I don’t carry things I don’t intend to use. “You didn’t get dressed.”

Her eyes
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