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Losing the Fight ( William's POV )

last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-05 14:22:56

I stood in the center of my study long after the door had clicked shut, the silence of the mansion pressing in on me like a heavy weight. My hand moved on its own, my fingers tracing the burning sting on my cheek where Isabel’s palm had connected. A dry, bitter laugh escaped my throat.

I was losing. I was seriously losing here.

I was losing the war between my head and my body, and the realization felt like a punch to the gut. My mind was a fortress built on logic and a very specific kind of ang
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