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Eighty Two

Author: Itohan
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-10 23:54:47

(Julia’s POV)

I didn’t open the door.

Not immediately. My hand hovered above the handle for what felt like forever. My heart was pounding so fast I thought he could hear it through the wall. I wanted to hide, to melt into the floor, to vanish completely. But I couldn’t.

Because when Lucian said my name the third time, it wasn’t a command. It was almost a whisper. Tired. Soft. Dangerous.

I opened the door.

He stood there, barefoot, his shirt halfway unbuttoned, his hair messy. His eyes looked heavy from sleep, but still sharp enough to make me flinch. He scanned me from head to toe, and then his gaze dropped to the box in my trembling hands.

“What’s that?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing,” I said too quickly. My voice cracked, betraying me instantly.

He took a slow step forward. “Julia.”

My grip on the box tightened. “I said it’s nothing.”

His brows furrowed. “Don’t lie to me.”

I swallowed hard, taking a step back. The wall was cold against my back, but his presence felt hotter than fire. I
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