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Chapter 26

Penulis: Lumi Walker
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-25 13:35:09

DARIUS'S POV

I didn't waste time on questions.

I grabbed Iris’s arm, my grip bruising, and dragged her out of the tailor’s studio. The smell of Venus’s blood and the ruined white silk was a suffocating pressure. I threw Iris into the passenger seat of my black SUV and slammed her door shut.

My blood was still hot, molten gold flashing behind my eyes. I had commanded her to stay put. She had disobeyed. That disobedience had led her straight into Venus’s trap, nearly costing me everything.

I jump
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