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CHAPTER 35:Her Place in His World

Penulis: Hannahgold
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-19 21:36:45

LYRA

My chest heaved, ribs rattling with each frantic heartbeat. The sound was deafening, hammering in my ears, as if the walls themselves were vibrating with it. I tried to look away, to melt into the floor, but the low, steady cadence of his voice cut through the panic.

“We’ll be attending a party tonight,” he said, voice smooth but sharp enough to slice through the room.

A party? My stomach twisted. Why hadn’t he mentioned this before? Did he think he could just no. No, I couldn’t even think it properly. My jaw tightened, a surge of irritation sparking, but a whisper inside my mind scolded me. Not now. Not here.

He rose from the chair with a quiet scrape of metal against wood, deliberate, precise. Each step was measured, echoing control, power, dominance. When he reached me, his finger lifted to lightly tap my forehead. “Any objections?”

His eyes dark, storming, barely restrained held mine. I couldn’t look away, and the heat crawling up my neck told me this was more than a question
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