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Chapter 97

Author: N. C. Harriet
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-12 21:56:39

KELVIN

I walk through the training grounds just past dusk, the air still warm, the sky bruised with fading light. The weapons racks stand silent, the ground littered with old targets and abandoned spears.

I see Adrian ahead, tossing a dagger into a wooden target. The throw is precise, too precise. Tense. It’s the kind of quiet anger I’ve learned to recognize.

My heart pounds in my chest so loud I can feel it in my throat. For two days I have carried this guilt, dread, uncertainty. My fingers clench and unclench as I approach. Adrian doesn’t turn at once, he is always focused when he’s training, and right now, he needs that focus.

When he sees me, his eyes sharpen. He retrieves the dagger, tucks it away. “Kelvin. What are you doing here?”

I clear my throat. “We need to talk.” My voice sounds small. He watches me warily.

He nods once, dismissing the last throw. “Alright. Let’s move somewhere quiet.” He leads me toward a shadowed corner of the ground, behind the training dummies and wal
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