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Chapter Forty-Three: When The Devil Knows Your Name

Penulis: Q.Monroe
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-11-16 13:35:43

The words hung in the hallway like smoke thick, choking, impossible to ignore.

Ariella stared at Lucien, waiting for him to say it was a joke, an exaggeration, a misunderstanding. But the look in his eyes killed all hope of that.

He wasn’t afraid for himself.

He was terrified for her.

Ariella’s pulse thudded in her throat. “Lucien… who did we just piss off?”

He didn’t answer immediately. He just stepped closer, cupping her jaw gently almost too gently for a man whose entire life was soaked in shadows.

“Someone I hoped was buried with the worst parts of me,” he murmured.

Her breath caught. “Then why come back now?”

His jaw tightened. He didn’t have the answer. That alone scared her more than the threats.

The burner buzzed again. Lucien’s hand shot out, silencing it before it vibrated off the console table. He didn’t open the message this time. He simply turned the phone over, screen down, as if seeing more would snap something inside him.

“We need to leave,” he said. “Now.”

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