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Chapter 18: Captured Echoes

Auteur: Noxvane
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-09 16:01:18

POV: Claire Desmond

"Slowly," he warned. "Unless you want a brain freeze."

I took a spoonful.

The texture was velvety, the sweetness balanced perfectly by the tartness of the berries. It was complex. Sophisticated. This wasn't bought at a grocery store.

As I ate, I watched them.

Gareth sat on the floor, legs crossed, watching his daughter eat with absolute, undivided attention. His phone wasn't in his hand.

He wasn't checking the markets or looking for an exit. He was just... there.

A warmth th
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