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Turn Between Fire and Safety

작가: Tamara Love
last update 게시일: 2026-05-09 23:30:48

Lauren’s POV

The rain started before I even reached Silas's building.

Seattle didn't do light drizzles. It came down hard and heavy, soaking through my jacket before I'd made it half a block from where I'd parked.

I'd told Julian I needed air. Just air. He'd looked at me the way he always did lately—like he was already three moves ahead and waiting for me to catch up—and said nothing.

That silence was worse than any question.

I buzzed Silas's apartment with wet fingers. The door clicked open
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Katy
how can she not see what Silas is doing?! seriously hes a snake
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Tell him ouch
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