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Chapter Thirty-Six: Shadows in the Past

作者: Hallie Hart
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-29 18:33:19

Dominic’s POV

The city below was a sprawling maze of lights and motion, a restless beast that never truly slept. But up here, in the sanctuary of my penthouse office, silence pressed against the glass like a physical force — heavy, suffocating. The neon glow painted long shadows on the walls, mirroring the ones gnawing at the edges of my mind. It was late, too late for someone like me to still be awake, yet sleep felt like a distant luxury I no longer deserved.

I stared out over the cityscape, glass of whiskey in hand, swirling the amber liquid as though it could wash away the growing storm inside me. Amelia’s message had replayed itself in my head all evening — “I’m here if you need me.” Such simple words, but they carried a weight that unsettled me more than I cared to admit.

I didn’t want to need anyone. Not after all the betrayals. Not after the years spent building walls so thick no one could ever get close again. But with Amelia, the walls were crumbling, brick by painful brick,
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