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CHAPTER 40: BREAK

作者: Lizzy Fash
last update 公開日: 2026-06-14 16:20:38

CIARA

"Mathew," I said softly, my voice losing every bit of its tone.

He turned around slowly. The stoic, unreadable mask he wore for the guards, the staff, and the board members was entirely gone. His dark eyes were soft, completely exposed, and fixed on me with a fierce, quiet warmth that always made my chest ache. He rubbed my back softly.

"You're still shaking," he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly rasp that was reserved only for me when the doors were locked.

He didn't g
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