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Chapter Thirty Three

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Elias arrived at Lenora’s apartment with a storm coiling in his chest, his usual composed demeanor shredded by the knowledge that Dakota had gone out alone into danger. Again. He stepped out of the car, eyes narrowing at the familiar building. Every muscle in his body screamed both anger and fear, the two twisting together until he could barely distinguish them. He didn’t wait for the security detail. He didn’t want a delay, didn’t want anyone slowing him down. He needed her, and he needed to see the situation for himself.

As he strode toward the door, his mind raced. Why didn’t she tell me? Why didn’t she wait for me? He could feel his pulse thundering in his ears, matching the sharpness of his thoughts. I told her not to go alone. I told her to stay safe. I trusted her, and she went anyway.

He knocked firmly, but the second it happened, the door swung open, and there she was. Dakota. Standing there, shoulders slightly tense, hands clenching and unclenching at her sides, her eyes
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