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CHAPTER 23

Author: Angel
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-24 02:25:26

Vincent

The car ride back from the gala stretched longer than it should have.

Through the tinted windows, the city gleamed in ribbons of light — headlights gliding across asphalt, towers reaching up like sharpened teeth. Normally, this view calmed me. It was a rhythm I understood: numbers, movement, patterns. Tonight, it was noise.

Because she was sitting beside me.

Vivian.

Her presence filled the car more than the silence ever could. She sat turned slightly toward the window, but even in profile she demanded attention. The delicate set of her shoulders, the way her fingers tapped faintly against her armrest as if keeping time with a song only she could hear. I forced myself to look forward, but my gaze drifted back to her every other second. Like some pull I couldn’t fully cut.

“You hate this, don’t you?” she said suddenly.

Her voice was soft, but it sliced through the quiet.

My head turned. “Hate what?”

“This.” She gestured vaguely, bracelets catching the faint light. “The cameras.
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