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Ch. 59 – Mark’s Choice

Auteur: Pauline Maxwell
last update Date de publication: 2026-01-19 05:46:54

They didn’t make it ten steps.

The corridor ahead burst open with a crack that split the air, the sound sharp and unmistakable. A gunshot. Then another. Guards shouted. Someone screamed.

“Mia, down!” Mark barked.

She barely had time to react before his body slammed into hers, spinning her hard against the wall. He covered her completely, broad back shielding her as something struck him with a wet, sickening sound.

He grunted—not loud, not dramatic. Just a breath punched out of him.

“Mark?” Her
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