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Chapter 134

Author: Avalyn Noir
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-21 05:59:01

Kayla’s POV

Everything was consumed in darkness. The feeble light that remained was that of my phone, which was fluttering with a weak light in my shaky hand. The weather now poured down persistently on the outside and struck the glass as a kind of stock warning to the heavens.

“Damien,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “The power’s gone.”

He moved toward the window, every muscle taut, his flashlight cutting briefly through the gloom. “Stay close to me.”

Liam stood near the door, his hand resting on the handle as if he was preparing for something, his eyes sharp, alert, and unreadable.

Every instinct screamed that I should run, yet I couldn’t move. The fear coiled inside me wasn’t just about the shadow outside. It was about everything I didn’t understand—about both of them, about the secrets that bound us tighter than any love ever could.

The sound of the rain grew louder. And then, somewhere beyond it, I heard a faint, rhythmic tapping.

Like footsteps.

Damien turned sharply. “Someone’s
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