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Chapter Thirty-Five: Low Altitude, High Voltage

Author: Jhumie_writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-10 15:50:24
The jet was already waiting when they arrived.

Private. Black. Dangerous, just like the man who would be flying it.

Emilia stayed quiet as Lucien handed their bags to Julio, who gave only a slight nod before stepping back into the shadows. No one else knew where they were going. No guards. No goodbyes. Just silence, the kind that usually came before a storm.

“You good?” Lucien asked, glancing at her as he opened the cabin door.

She nodded once, lying. Her stomach was tight, her pulse jumpy. Not from fear. Not even from leaving. But because he was there. Close. Tense. Bleeding confidence even through his bandages and the weight of exhaustion hanging on him.

Lucien climbed the steps first, and Emilia followed, eyes on the narrow curve of his back, the flex of his muscles beneath the black shirt. He shouldn’t be moving like that, not after taking a bullet. Not after nearly bleeding out.

But Lucien Moretti didn’t believe in pain. Or weakness. Or limits.

Inside, the jet was sleek, dimly lit
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Things are shifting fast, aren’t they? Lucien and Emilia are no longer just playing in the fire, they’re becoming it. Every look, every word, every touch not given is a thread pulled tighter between them. And yet, neither has made a move. Why? Because power, pain, and love are a dangerous cocktail, especially in their world. This was a chapter of restraint. Of tension. Of all the things left unsaid. And sometimes, that’s more intimate than anything physical. But don’t get comfortable. The war isn’t over. And someone is already watching. —With love and chaos, JW

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