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Chapter 52 - Maya
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2026-09-15 00:01:02Maya
By the time we land in New York, I have convinced myself at least twelve different things could have happened to Jax. None of them are good. The worst part is that I barely remember leaving the plane.
One minute I'm sitting across from Declan with his hand wrapped around mine, the next I'm in the back of an SUV with Liam driving and Declan beside me, Queens sliding past the window beneath a grey afternoon sky. Everything feels familiar. Too familiar. Warehouses. Fences. Con
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