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Chapter One-Hundred and Fifty-One: Almost Home

Penulis: Lyanna Rose
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-09 21:47:14

The column stretched along the narrow forest road, Shadow Fang warriors moving in disciplined silence through the morning mist. Natasha fell into step just behind Damien's left shoulder, her stride matching his without conscious effort. The rhythm of marching was familiar, grounding, a soldier's instinct that required no thought.

What required thought was the hand that settled on her waist.

Damien's fingers curled against her hip, pulling her closer as they walked. Not a dramatic gesture. Subtl
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