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Chapter 123

Author: Lydia
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Jude’s POV

Raymond was waiting.

He always was. Sitting upright in the high-backed chair, pale light cutting bars across his face from the latticed window. His eyes snapped up the moment I entered, searching, sharp, already reading the tremor in my stance before I could hide it.

“You’re late,” he said. His voice was too steady. Too careful.

“I was occupied.” My throat rasped; every word tasted like smoke. I could feel my veins burning, shadows dragging at my ribs, my body screaming for what only he could give.

Raymond stood as I approached, his jaw tight. “Occupied bleeding yourself to death in the halls again? Or occupied deciding how much longer I’m allowed to breathe fresh air?”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. The sound of his pulse was too loud. His throat too close. The ache in me swelled until words were useless things.

He saw it—the way my eyes burned, the way my hands curled into claws. He swallowed once, then squared his shoulders. “If you’re going to do it, then stop circling me l
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