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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN — THE MOMENT BEFORE THE FALL

Author: S.Luvelle
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-28 00:44:52

The night didn’t breathe.

It just sat there thick, heavy, waiting while Alessio stood at the door, fingers pressed to the edge like he was afraid that if he pushed it open, everything would collapse. The shadows clung to the corners of the hallway like they were listening, stretching long and thin across the floor. Even the house felt like it was holding its breath, the walls too still, the silence too sharp.

Behind him, Noa hovered in the hallway, arms crossed tightly over his chest, jaw locked like he was trying not to say something he’d regret. His shoulders were tense, muscles pulled tight under his shirt, and he shifted his weight like his body was fighting the urge to pull Alessio back.

“Are you really going out there again?” Noa’s voice was low, tight. “After what Kael pulled tonight?”

Alessio didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Not when the images were still replaying in his head Kael stepping into the mansion like he owned the ground he walked on, like he wasn’t trespassing but retur
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