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What is Mine

作者: Lady Empress
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-06 23:38:25
Damien Salvatore.

Just the name alone drained the color from my face.

He was capable of anything.

“Yes,” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“Who is he, then?” Draven’s voice was calm, but it carried weight. One that pressed against my chest.

That was when I snapped out of it.

Draven was nothing but an ant in Damien’s world. He could be stepped on and crushed without a sound.

If I told him, he would chase after vengeance, and I’d lose him too.

I swallowed hard, forcing my voic
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