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Chapter 27: Hidden Truths

Author: Ylla Myrt
last update publish date: 2026-06-07 05:18:20

The house was still quiet, and the sky outside was just starting to get a little light, like the sun was slowly waking up too. I opened my eyes slowly, still feeling heavy with sleep, but I wasn’t fully asleep anymore. I could feel Vance right next to me, his arm wrapped tight around my waist, his body pressed close to mine. We had stayed together all night, and when we finally fell asleep, we held on to each other so tight, like we were scared to let go even for a second. I could feel his wa

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