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CHAPTER 60 — The Scars We Wear

Author: J. Cross
last update publish date: 2026-08-26 18:07:32

Bela

IT WAS four in the morning, and the darkness inside my narrow pantry room was absolute.

I lay awake on my small, stiff cot, staring up at the shadow-draped ceiling. My body still ached from the terrifying, public madness of the last two days—from the suffocating tension at the opera house to the burning parchment of Alejandro’s invitation resting on the dining table.

Outside my door, the quiet penthouse felt like a bomb waiting for the lit fuse to reach the powder.

A faint sound broke the
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