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Chapter Thirteen: I Know

Author: Lyanna Rose
last update publish date: 2026-05-25 21:16:23

Damien’s hand paused on the door handle. The wood was cool beneath his palm, and he could feel the hum of the bond pulling tight, a warning or a plea. He turned back to Natasha, who was tugging the hem of her borrowed shirt, her jaw set. There was a crease between her brows, the one that meant she was thinking about battle lines.

“Wait,” he said, voice low. “Before we go out there, we need a real plan. Not just ‘find your father.’ We need to know what we’re going to say, how we’re going to say
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