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CHAPTER 75: THE REPLACEMENT

作者: CreativePen
last update 公開日: 2026-03-28 12:23:42

The kitchen door hit the stone wall with a crack that sounded like a bone snapping.

I stood in the center of the room, my hands still smelling of the onions I had peeled for a decade, watching the doorway. Ashford stood there. He wasn't the ghost I had seen in the North. He was the Alpha of Silver Ridge, his hair dark, his amber eyes burning with a clinical, focused cruelty. He wore the black leather of the Dorian, the hand that cuts.

"Give her to me, Sira," Ashford said. His voice was a low, s
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