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Chapter 100

Author: J.Reeves
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-12 20:47:58

Michal’s POV

I thought I knew what fear was. I thought I’d faced it before—on the streets, in shootouts, in wars I never asked to fight.

I thought the cold pulse in my veins when bullets screamed past my head was fear. Or the moments I watched Sebastian walk straight into fire and wondered if this was the day I’d lose my brother.

Or the nights I held Sabrina while she slept, knowing the world would always want to break her.

But all of that was nothing. Because fear was holding something so small, so fragile, so impossibly perfect… and realizing one wrong move, one wrong breath, could break her.

My daughter.

Aubree.

The name still tasted unreal on my tongue. I’d whispered it the first time with disbelief, and now, as I looked down at her in my arms, it felt carved into my bones.

Her weight barely registered—she was so light, softer than air, delicate as could be. Yet in my arms, she felt heavier than the world itself. Because she was the world now. My world.

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