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Chapter 31. A name encircled in red

Author: Euchy lane
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‎For a second, I honestly thought I misheard it.

‎Another note?

‎With my full name?

‎My stomach didn’t just drop it fell straight through the floor and kept going. I stared at Zayden like he was quoting a horror movie or something.

‎“What… what do you mean my full name?” I finally managed, my voice cracking like old wood.

‎Zayden didn’t answer right away. He didn’t have to. The look on his face… yeah, it told me enough. Something in his jaw tightened, and he gave his guy a small nod like,
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