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Chapter Forty Two: The Space Between Breaths.
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2025-05-17 00:15:07
Jhumie_writesWe’re on the edge now, the slow burn is beginning to boil over. Emilia and Lucien are standing at the threshold of something neither of them can name yet, but you can feel it, can’t you? The tension. The weight of every stolen glance. Stay with me, because the moment they finally fall? It’s going to be unforgettable.
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The estate was no longer quiet.It growled now, low and mean. Boots thundered across marble. New men filled the halls like wolves scenting blood. Every corner of the house bristled with eyes, weapons, suspicion.Lucien stood by the library window, jaw clenched as he watched another black SUV pull through the gates. Armored. Tinted windows. Reinforcements. Power players. People who didn’t need to knock.The council hadn’t sent word, they didn’t need to. They never did when the stakes were this high.Behind him, the room buzzed with voices and strategy, Julio murmuring orders to their lieutenants while two techs unpacked surveillance gear like it was holy scripture.“Three more arrived this morning,” Julio said without looking up. “Two from Marseille, one from Naples. All requested by the Upper Circle.”Lucien nodded stiffly.“House is on lockdown,” Julio continued. “No one leaves. No one enters. Not without biometric clearance and escort.”Lucien turned away from the window, face hard.
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