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Chapter 81_I Won't Leave Her

作者: Gabby
last update 公開日: 2026-09-21 01:37:47

Ronan's POV

"Say it again. Watch my face while you say it, because I want you to understand exactly how little that warning changes."

Selene studied me for a long moment, something between grief and reluctant respect crossing her composed features. "You truly intend to proceed. Even now, even understanding what the prophecy warns."

"I intend to proceed because I refuse to let fear dictate a decision that belongs to me and Tahlia alone. Not to you, not to some vision recorded decades before eith
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