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Chapter One-Hundred and Seventeen: The Price of Defiance

Auteur: Lyanna Rose
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-14 20:49:57

The scarred man's hand moved toward his belt, toward the blade she knew he carried, and Natasha's body reacted before her mind caught up.

She lunged, knife arcing upward, but her wounded shoulder betrayed her.

The movement tore through damaged muscle, and her arm faltered, the blade's trajectory going wide.

He sidestepped with practiced ease, his own knife clearing its sheath in a motion so fluid it looked rehearsed.

He was going to kill her.

The realization settled cold and certain in her gut
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