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Chapter 19

Penulis: Nyxara
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-07 21:08:44

Eliora's POV

The morning after the fight felt heavy and hollow. My body ached, a physical echo of the emotional violence Kian and I had inflicted on each other.

I woke up to the smell of strong coffee and the sound of Ezra giggling softly in the next room—a sound Zoey always managed to conjure, even when the world was falling apart.

I found Zoey in the kitchen, already dressed. She placed a mug in front of me, her expression grim.

"Drink that. You look like you went twelve rounds with a bulldoz
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