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Darkness of the Past

Penulis: Osarumwense Osakue
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-25 16:48:17

Fernando’s POV

The night air was sharp with the faint scent of luxury from the nearby restaurant, a light breeze brushing softly against my skin as I sat on the cold bench beside Archer.

Archer sat beside me, quiet, his eyes fixed on the path ahead but not really looking.

His tuxedo was ripped at the sleeve, a smear of blood—not his, thankfully—lining the collar.

Mine looked worse.

Dirt stained the knees, the fabric torn at the side where one of Ernesto’s men had lunged at me with a blade.

My jaw still throbbed from the punch I had taken before we got the upper hand and scared them off.

But the physical pain didn’t compare to what was twisting in my chest.

I cleared my throat, my voice still a little hoarse from shouting during the scuffle.

“Archer,” I began, my voice low. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

He turned toward me, calm, waiting.

Even in the light from the overhead lampposts, his eyes were impossibly steady and unflinching.

The man had the kind of gaze that
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