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YOU'RE A DEAD MAN.

Penulis: MAFIA FANATIC
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-18 00:03:46
(CARLTON’S POV)

Yosef’s eyes bulge in their sockets, bloodshot and wild, fixed on the sky above him. He hangs from the tree we tied him to: arm bound above his head, feet barely touching sand. The tide’s coming in, waves licking closer with each surge. Behind us, the forest edge where Tristan’s wing sits, hidden in the trees.

Damon lunges for the branch in Lydia’s hands. “Don’t!”

He yanks one end. Lydia yanks back, her boots digging into sand. The wood becomes a tug-of-war rope between the
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