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Chapter 13: Midnight Run

Auteur: Phayvord
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-10 02:39:04

Nico’s POV

The dashboard clock glows 21:47.

Less than three hours until wheels-up.

The bunker feels like a coffin now—too quiet, too clean, too full of the scent of her skin and the ghosts of what we just did. Bella is asleep between us on the bed, curled on her side, one hand resting protectively over her lower belly even in sleep. Her breathing is slow, deep, the kind of exhausted peace that only comes after your body has been pushed past every limit.

I can’t sleep.

Victor can’t either.

He’s
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