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Old Shadows

ผู้เขียน: Bella Moondragon
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-09-24 21:09:11

Stephanie POV

I didn’t trust anyone as far as I could throw them, especially in a place like this, where everyone would prefer to see me imprisoned or worse.

I definitely couldn’t trust anyone who said I needed allies to survive this… people who knew my mother?

Lyra Phelan was obviously strong and stubborn, but also obviously kind, and I didn’t sense any ill will. Yet I was a beaten dog with a vivid memory, and I would snap at anyone who got too close with false promises.

From behind her—behind, not in front of, not between her and me in his usual protective move—Tyler met my gaze, his burning with intent, and he nodded encouragingly. The mate bond twanged lightly, like a lazily plucked guitar string, and trust itself shivering down the unbreakable string.

I swallowed hard. Tyler trusted Lyra Phelan with his whole heart.

So could I.

Still, I tucked closer to Kellen, eyeing the woman. “How do you know my mother? She was a rogue.”

Lyra’s eyes gleamed with sudden mischief. “Oh, she was,
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