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43 - Nevklace Of Forgiveness

Penulis: Lissy
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2026-01-20 12:45:48

Pelin’s POV

We practically crashed through the ward door all at once, a tangle of limbs, voices, and nerves.

Adem shoved forward like he owned the place, Adlee tried to squeeze past him by sticking half his face into the doorframe, and the two of them nearly toppled into the room.

“Hey, you pushed me!” Adem barked, elbowing back.

“No, you pushed me first!” Adlee shot back, red-faced and stubborn.

I could already see fists balling up. Wonderful. They’d start a wrestling match right here in
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