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Chapter 150:The Silver Reed

Author: Sammy Miracle
last update publish date: 2026-05-06 03:46:33

The next day,

The iron gates of the North Wing garden didn’t just open; they shrieked, a high-pitched protest against the salt-heavy wind blowing off the Atlantic.

Ayla stepped onto the gravel path, her breath hitching in the frigid air. Silas had thrown the door open and told her to “get out of his sight” before he did something they both would regret.

She didn't need a second invitation. The North Suite had become a vacuum, a place where his orange eyes tracked her every tremor until she fel
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