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Silas’s Past

作者: Tamara Love
last update publish date: 2026-04-14 18:26:50

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

LAUREN’S POV

I did not sleep well.

That stupid clock sound kept replaying in my head, deep and old and wrong, followed by Silas’s calm voice answering his phone.

*Silas on the line.*

I had gone back to Julian’s office after that with my heart trying to claw its way out of my chest and my face arranged into something that looked normal from a distance. I did not know how I pulled it off. I only knew that if Silas had looked at me for two seconds longer, he would have known I
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