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Chapter 46: No Safe Spaces

Author: N.S Amari
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The underground garage was colder than Amara expected. The air clung to her skin like damp cloth, dense with fumes and something sour—fear, maybe. She had insisted on coming with Liam this time. No more waiting at home like a porcelain doll while secrets crashed through their lives. If the danger was real, she needed to look it in the eye.

They were meeting Elliot’s contact—an ex-detective named Raymond Kessler. He didn’t do phone calls. Only face-to-face.

Liam parked close to the stairwell. “If anything feels off, we leave. No explanations.”

Amara nodded. She was wearing a hoodie, no makeup, a cap pulled low. Untraceable, but still visibly anxious. She kept her hands in her pockets to hide the trembling.

They walked in silence until they reached a door marked “Electrical.” Liam knocked twice, paused, then once more.

The door cracked open.

“You brought her,” the man inside said flatly. Middle-aged. Thick accent. One eye clouded with scar tissue.

“She’s part of this,” Liam said.

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