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You finished talking?

مؤلف: Authoress Kemira
last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-26 22:15:10

Killian's POV

I hate that we have to be private. I hated that I can’t flaunt her just as I like and then other people get to shoot their shot at her shamelessly. I paced the small space—back and forth, trying to burn off the energy. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, hoping it was Rae.

Victor.

My stomach twisted. I already knew where this was headed. I answered on the second ring.

“Yeah?”

“Come to the pool side. Now.” Victor’s voice was low, clipped, no room for argument. “We need to talk. It's very important.”

I exhaled slowly. “About what?”

“You know what. Five minutes.”

The line went dead.

I stared at the phone for a second, thumb hovering over Rae’s contact. Should I tell her? Warn her? No. She’d panic. She’d worry. She’d been through enough already.

I tugged on a shirt, slipped out the back door, and headed to the pool side. Victor was already there—sitting on one of the lounge chairs, arms crossed, face like thunder.

He didn’t stand when I approached. Just looked
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