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Eight

ผู้เขียน: Rachiella
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-26 19:25:35

Brielle’s POV

Morning came far too quickly.

I rolled over with a groan, my head sinking into the pillow as the sunlight pressed its way through the wide glass windows. The rays were sharp, almost accusing, cutting across the room like I’d done something wrong. Maybe I had.

I hadn’t slept. Not really. My body was tired, but my brain had been on high alert all night. Every time I drifted off, I jolted awake again, haunted by the glow of my laptop screen and the warnings I couldn’t erase from my mind.

Remote attempt detected.

Firewall breached.

Unknown origin.

And Desmond’s voice from the night before, cold and distant, replayed like a broken recording: “She can’t know.”

Whatever false sense of safety I thought I’d had here, it was gone. Stripped away.

Someone out there knew where I was. They hadn’t just stumbled into my project by accident. They were digging. Hunting. And now they were inside my system.

Fear clung to me like a second skin, even as I swung my legs off the bed and planted
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