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Chapter 64 — Where We Fight to Stay Ourselves

Author: Déesse
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-30 00:27:23

Alexandre

I see her face again, the moment she saw us, Daniel and me, about to get into a fight.

I especially see my own face. And I am ashamed.

Not of what I did. But of what I let show, my possessiveness, my jealousy.

Primitive instincts, unworthy of me, unworthy of the name I bear.

I leave the bathroom. The suite is empty. Cassandre is gone.

Her phone is no longer here, nor her bag or her heels. She didn't slam the door for nothing. She went to act.

And I know her well enough to know she won't settle for silence.

I quickly get dressed, dark suit, white shirt, loose tie.

Not to save face. To feel human again. To feel like myself.

But even my reflection in the mirror no longer obeys me.

I pick up my phone. Thirty-two missed calls.

Twelve from Adrien Béraud the journalist, four from my father. Two from the group's communication director.

And one from Lyra. I stop.

Her name burns me. Her voice that I can almost hear. Her fear, perhaps, through the silence of the voicemail she didn't le
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