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35. Back to Reality
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2025-03-18 22:00:59The dust had barely settled, the stench of gunpowder still clinging to the air, but for Adrian Black, the war was over.
Victor Calloway was done. Or at least, for now.
Amelia stood over Victor, her gun pressed against his forehead, her pulse still pounding. She had expected Adrian to stop her, to tell her that killing Victor would be crossing a line she couldn't return from. But when she flicked her gaze toward Adrian, all she saw was approval.
“Go ahead,” Adrian murmured, voice dark and edged with something deadly. “Put a bullet in him.”
Victor laughed, blood dripping from his lips. “You don’t have it in you, sweetheart.”
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