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Chapter 79: What It Costs

last update publish date: 2026-03-03 04:56:24

Jaxon’s POV

I woke up to silence.

Not the peaceful kind, not the kind that lets you rest, but the heavy kind that presses against your chest and reminds you that you are alone.

My shoulder felt like it had been set on fire and then left to burn slowly, and when I tried to shift even slightly, pain shot down my arm so sharply that I had to grit my teeth to keep from swearing out loud.

For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, breathing through it.

I had felt this kind of pain befor
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