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Why would you care?
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2026-08-21 14:45:00Anya pov.
The house was too quiet.Even with the constant movement of guards and staff, Viktor and Nikolai absence was noticeable.It wasn’t that I had grown used to their presence—far from it—but knowing they were out there, somewhere, taking risks I couldn’t even imagine, made my chest ache with worry.I stood by the window, staring out at the sprawling grounds. Snow dusted the rooftops and paths, muffling the usual sounds of the estate.My finge
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