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Wouldn't have backed off

Penulis: ILma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-19 21:32:45

Reaper

I was pacing in the waiting room of the hospital. Ten steps turn. Ten steps back.

I looked down at my hands. They were shaking.

The President of the Midnight Reapers didn't shake. I held guns steady. I held knives steady. I held the fate of the entire lower city in my palm without twitching. But right now, the image of Mila’s limp body collapsing in that alley burned into my retinas.

“What if I want your...”

That’s what she had said. Before her eyes rolled back. Before she crumpled like
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