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Chapter Eighty: A Dangerous Obsession

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 01:41:32

The lieutenant's gaze didn't waver.

She sat apart from the fire now, positioned on a fallen log that gave her a clear line of sight to Natasha's bound form. Her ruined voice was silent, but her eyes spoke volumes.

She knew something had shifted.

Could sense it the way predators sensed fear. Instinctively. Viscerally. With a certainty that bypassed logic entirely.

Natasha kept her breathing shallow and even, fighting against the fever that threatened to drag her under.

The cold was a blessing no
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