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Interrogation

Author: Savvy Writes
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 01:58:35

Kira’s POV

They were going to kill him, and it was entirely my fault.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing security protocols to force an emergency connection to Theodore’s micro earpiece.

"Theodore!" I barked into my microphone. "Aziel is tracking you. They are sending a strike team. Get off the street right now!"

There was a burst of static on the line, followed by the sound of heavy, ragged breathing. Theodore was running. "I picked the signal a while ago. I'm in an alley—wait, the
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