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Chapter One-Hundred Sixteen: The Hunter Becomes the Hunted

Auteur: Lyanna Rose
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-13 21:31:57

Natasha counted heartbeats after the scarred man disappeared into the tree line.

Thirty.

Forty.

Fifty.

Long enough for him to settle into whatever position he'd chosen for the night, long enough for the hooded man to reach the southern cover, long enough for the limping one to blend back among the refugees.

Then she moved.

Her body protested the moment she shifted from the wall, a sharp, wet tearing sensation in her shoulder that made her vision white at the edges. The bandages had stuck to the
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