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The Shadow Child

last update publish date: 2026-02-08 03:36:58

Chapter 29

Valencia’s POV

The obsidian desk had been cold, but the fire Silas left burning in my blood was agonizing. I sat on the edge of my bed in the dark, the oversized white shirt, his shirt still damp with the salt of my own unfulfilled skin.

I could still feel the phantom weight of his fingers, the ruthless efficiency of his withdrawal.

He thought he had reminded me who owned the cage. But he forgot one thing: I had already died once. You cannot imprison a woman who has already walked t
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