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Chapter 134: A Seed of Light in the Dark

Penulis: Emel Emerald
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-30 12:40:47
Corridors at Blackwood Hall constricted, they tightened over her breast. During the day, they were too open, floors that spread out like mirrors to catch all bruise, all fear. Night, veiled and muffled, they breathed through draughts that slid along her skin like ghost fingers.

And she stayed among them.

Leya perched on the bed edge, knees drawn up under her, hands together across her belly. It still existed, the wing where the servants slept soundproofed into snores and gentle breathing. But her own heart refused to rest. Not tonight. Not after reality pushed open the door she did not wish opened.

She was pregnant.

Pregnant with Harrison's baby.

The memory used her up. Not with fear, not precisely, but on the raw edge of remembrance. The night she had attempted to conceal. The night rage had turned her vessel, a night that was devoid of sob, devoid of scream, devoid of tantrum pacifying him. A night that shattered her more than she wished to remember.

She closed her eyes t
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