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Chapter 16 Breaking the rules

last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-03 02:23:54

***Olivia's POV***

Ten minutes felt like ten seconds.

I stood by the garden doors, my breath fogging the pane as I watched the shadows of the trees dancing in the rain.

Every muscle in my body was coiled tight. If the motion sensors tripped, or if the guard at the gate decided to do a perimeter sweep right now, I was dead. Or worse, Drake was.

My phone buzzed.

Drake: I’m at the wall. Where are you?

I slid the door open, the humid night air rushing in to meet me. I didn't grab a jacke
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