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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FOUR

Author: Abby Gale
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-02 22:27:21

Elias’s POV

It was one of those strange, in-between days.

The kind wind blew softly like it had nowhere else to be, the sun was bright but not harsh, and the world felt like it had hit pause. We were safe—at least for now—and it felt unfamiliar. I kept waiting for a knock on the door, the sound of boots, a shadow in the window. But nothing came.

Just quiet.

And the five of us living in it.

I found Luca outside, sitting on the crumbling stone steps that led toward the forest behind the mansion. He had a cigarette hanging between two fingers and a far-off look that told me he wasn’t really here.

I eased down beside him, shoulder brushing his. “You know those’ll kill you.”

He let out a soft breath. “Too late for that.”

We sat in silence for a moment, the sky above us bruised in soft shades of blue and orange.

“How’s the side?” I asked.

“Hurts like hell,” he muttered. “But I can walk. Not fast. Not far. But I’ll manage.”

I looked at him really looked.

The tired in his eyes. The blood drie
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