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Chapter 102 - Elena

Autor: Peyton Iuga
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-21 21:36:18

Elena

The room feels colder after Cillian leaves. Not physically. Emotionally. Like he takes something with him every time he walks out the door. Safety. Warmth. Air. I stare at the closed bedroom door long after it shuts behind him, listening to the distant sound of movement downstairs.

Voices. Weapons clicking. Men preparing for violence. The entire safe house shifts around me whenever Cillian goes into war mode. You can feel it. The tension becomes sharper. Harder. Like everyone starts brea
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