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The Old Man

Autor: bri bri
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-11 00:49:06

Draven’s POV

The next evening, the club was exactly what I needed. After everything that had happened with the journal, I could have stayed at the penthouse and spent the entire night trying to figure out what the hell was going on. Elena probably would have done the same thing. She had enough questions running through her head without me adding more to them.

Instead, Lyra had decided we were going out. Apparently, nobody was allowed to spend another night locked away thinking about mysterio
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