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Chapter 15: The glass armor

Penulis: Amaka
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-03 14:45:22

The grand staircase of the De Luca manor felt like a runway to a gallows.

Below me, the ballroom was a sea of black ties, silk gowns, and the sharp, artificial scent of expensive perfume. This was the world that had chewed me up and spat me out five years ago, and now, I was descending back into its throat.

Julian’s hand was firm on the small of my back. Through the thin silk of my dress, his touch felt like a branding iron.

"Breathe, Elara," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the swell
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