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Chapter 25: Bonds and Boundaries

ผู้เขียน: AJ Reed
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Later that evening, the manor was cloaked in quiet shadows, the weight of the day’s revelations pressing on both their minds. In the soft glow of the firelight, Lena sat curled on the rug near the hearth, her eyes distant yet restless.

Jeremy watched her from across the room, the flickering flames casting dancing shadows over his sharp features. Slowly, he crossed the space between them, seating himself beside her. His hand found hers, warm and steady—a wordless offer of comfort.

“Are you alright?” he asked gently, voice low and filled with unspoken care.

Lena met his gaze, something vulnerable flickering there, softened by the safety of his presence. “I’m scared,” she admitted quietly. “Every truth we uncover just reminds me how deep the danger runs. And how much I might lose.”

Jeremy’s fingers tightened around hers. “You won’t lose me,” he promised, leaning closer. “Not now, not ever.”

The space between them melted as he brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, tracing her cheek
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