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THE CAPTIVE'S LOVE CHAPTER 122

Author: MIKS DELOSO
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-01 23:24:57

The flame of the candle danced in the stillness of Emereah's room, casting the black shadows against the walls of stone. Lunareth slept with a soft snore within her crib, her own breathing in strange contrast to the oppressive quietness within the room. Vladimir stood in the threshold, his hand on the frame, debating whether to come in or stay outside.

He had never been much good at this. At feeling. At the subtle dance of truth and trust.

Tonight, though, he wasn't given a choice.

He breathed deeply and shoved open the door.

Emereah sat close to the fire, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she mindlessly played with the bracelet on her wrist. She saw him enter and raised her gaze, her eyes inscrutable, the silence between them held.

"What is it?" she asked, voice low-key—opposite the tempest she held back.

Vladimir entered cautiously, drinking in the room's softness—the heat, the security. The things he had yet to accomplish.

"We discovered something," he replied, voice serious.
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