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44: Pawn and Threat

Penulis: A.H. Hassan
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-11-12 06:04:41

Zephyr’s POV

The hoodie person vanishes into the crowd at Gate M18, weaving between people.

People look for a short moment, some taking out phones to film, but most look away fast.

Vorian still grips Ryan’s arm in a strong hold that stops the younger man from escaping, and Ryan seems set to drop right there on the floor.

Airport security stands close now, their radios crackling with urgent updates.

I walk closer and put a soft hand on Ryan’s back to calm him.

“Breathe slowly,” I speak in a quie
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