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Ch-45: Dove

Author: JKRV
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-26 23:58:50

Miley's POV:

"Just because someone saved your life once…”

Nico spoke up, his voice gravelly and low.

“It doesn’t mean they have the right to issue your death sentence. Saving your life was his responsibility and his choice, not a favour for you.”

The breath that I was taking got stuck in my lungs.

His words had just cut through the tangled webs of fear and guilt inside me, releasing me of all my burden at once.

And all with that smirk on his face and the darkness in his eyes… that was enough to make me weak in my knees.

My tears were still wet on my cheeks, but before I could even think of wiping them away myself, Nico’s thumb brushed them aside, his touch unexpectedly gentle for a man who carried violence like his purpose in life .

The next moment, I felt his soft mouth pressed against mine. His breath fanned against my face, as his lips softly caressed my cheeks.

And then, my lips parted, almost out of instinct. Because clearly, my brain was in no state to be functioning at a
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