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Chapter 141

作者: Anney GW
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-17 22:02:52

OSTARA’S POV

I sat there for a long moment, just staring at it. My first impulse was to delete the email. Clean. Quick. No chance for me to hesitate again.

But my hand hovered over the key, unmoving.

Delete would have been strength. Block would have been final.

And yet I didn’t do either.

Why?

My jaw clenched, teeth pressing tight. After six years of silence, of shadows, of reshaping myself into someone unrecognizable, now he wanted five minutes.

I could almost hear his voice in the words. Confident but tinged with urgency. As if he knew I would waver. As if he knew my resolve was brittle in places I’d thought solid.

I typed without thinking.

Do not contact me again.

Sent.

I stared at the screen, waiting for the relief that should follow. Instead, there was a coil low in my stomach, a restless energy that made my fingers drum against the edge of the laptop.

Why hadn’t I blocked him?

It would’ve been so easy. One click and his access to me was severed.

But maybe… maybe I wasn’t fini
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