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Chapter 9

Author: Jcater
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-02 06:14:48

As soon as Elise collapsed, blood trailing down her arm, Serena realized that the night was far from over.

Damien did not hesitate for a moment. He shrugged off his coat, wrapped it tightly around Elise's wound, and pressed down to stem the bleeding. "There's no time," he said sharply, his eyes darting toward the trees. "We need to move. Now."

The quiet rustling in the woods behind the Vale estate grew louder-boots crunching under the leaves, distant voices echoing through the night.

"They're already here," Serena whispered, her voice tight with fear.

Damien yanked both of them toward the back hallway. "There's an old security tunnel beneath the east wing. Get her out. I'll hold them off."

"You're not playing the hero card again," Serena snapped, adrenaline coursing through her veins. "This isn't your decision alone."

Damien paused, just long enough to lock eyes with her. "If they capture the drive or Elise, it's over-for all of us.

A loud bang shattered the night as the front door wa
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