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Chapter 142:The Price Of Small Comfort

作者: jk_Francis
last update 公開日: 2026-04-26 21:21:42

The Price of Small Comforts

POV: Aidan

No one drinks the coffee.

That is the first victory.

A small one.

A humiliatingly difficult one.

The cups sit in the galley exactly where Ezra said they would be, steam curling upward in patient ribbons. Three ceramic mugs taken from storage we rarely use. Correct temperatures. Correct ratios. Correct timing.

Correct everything.

And because they are correct—

They are dangerous.

Matteo stands in the doorway as though guarding treasure from himself.

“I need
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