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Chapter NINE: Breath Between Knives

Author: HO PE
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-08-31 04:25:02

CEAL

Catherine slipped out the door without a sound, while I stayed where I was, perched at the edge of the couch, my glasses riding low on my nose as I watched Lucian stand in the center of my quarters like he'd been invited. Like he belonged there.

"What did you just say?" His voice came out tight, the words snapping like a whip crack in the silence.

The heat was already rising in his face, a flush that crept up from his collar and spread across his cheeks. I could see it. To anyone else, it
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