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CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT: What Remained In California

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last update 公開日: 2026-09-22 08:22:39
Emma’s POV

The glass door of Philippe’s bakery closes with a heavy, metallic click.

Through the rain-streaked window, I watch two tall figures cross the wet pavement of Rue Cler. Liam walks with his head bowed against the wind, his dark coat soaked, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. Julian walks half a pace beside him, his posture rigid, his eyes scanning the street for any sign of Arthur’s men.

Two men who despise each other, stepping into the same car to go to war for my children.

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