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Chapter 65 – A Promise for Jones

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Chapter 65 – A Promise for Jones

Selene’s POV

The moment Lucian appears at the doorway, my heart feels as if a massive weight has been lifted. His arrival is like a breath of air after drowning. He’s a mess—his dark hair damp with sweat, his clothes sticking to his powerful frame, his chest rising and falling with the effort of whatever trials he had faced to bring me what I needed. His skin glistens beneath the torchlight, and though exhaustion drags at his features, his eyes—those fierce, unyielding eyes—find mine and soften.

Without a single word, he strides forward, determination in every step despite the weariness in his bones. He places the ghost orchid into my trembling hands. The delicate blossom, pale as moonlight, feels strangely heavy with the weight of so many hopes. I swallow hard, my throat tight with gratitude and fear. Lucian has done his part. Now everything depends on me.

For a long, breathless moment, I just stare at the tools laid out before me: the worn, smudged n
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