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CHAPTER 66:Hands on the Edge

مؤلف: Hannahgold
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LAURA

I couldn’t take my eyes off Lyra.

Malaki’s hand rested at her waist, not tight enough to look forceful, yet not loose enough to allow escape. It was the kind of hold that didn’t need strength to be controlling. Lyra stood stiff beneath it, her breath shallow, her fingers curling and uncurling like she was counting seconds in her head. She didn’t look at him. She barely blinked.

I knew that posture. I’d worn it once. Waiting. Enduring.

Whatever Malaki was whispering, Lyra’s throat worked as if she were swallowing something bitter. Her eyes flicked around the room not searching for help, but measuring distance. Calculating. That scared me more than tears would have.

My nails dug into my palms. If I had a gun, I would have used it. I imagined the sound, the chaos, Lyra finally free. The thought settled in my chest like a promise.

“Do you want to go there?”

Adam’s voice cut through me. I turned slowly, my jaw tight. The resemblance hit me again same sharp features, same careless con
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