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CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

Author: Wren Gray
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-21 23:37:52

DANTE'S POV

For two days, she’d been hiding, trying to coat her existence. Meals were taken in her room. If I entered the office, she’d find a reason to leave moments later, a file clutched to her chest like a shield. I’d see her vanish around a corner, the whisper of her movement the only proof she’d been there at all. She was running. And God, it was the most exciting game I’d ever played. She was ignoring me, after what happened the other night, she was running like always and I was chasing, and even heaven knows I loved a good chase.

I found her in the library, pretending to be absorbed in a ledger. The afternoon light streamed through the window, catching in the strands of her blonde wig. My Ava is in there. Hiding from me.

I didn’t announce myself. I just walked in, my footsteps silent on the rich rug. I came to a stop behind her, so close I could feel the warmth from her body. She stiffened, her pen freezing on the page.

“Sophia,” I said, my voice calm, conversational.

She flin
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  • THE CHARADE   CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

    DANTE'S POVFor two days, she’d been hiding, trying to coat her existence. Meals were taken in her room. If I entered the office, she’d find a reason to leave moments later, a file clutched to her chest like a shield. I’d see her vanish around a corner, the whisper of her movement the only proof she’d been there at all. She was running. And God, it was the most exciting game I’d ever played. She was ignoring me, after what happened the other night, she was running like always and I was chasing, and even heaven knows I loved a good chase.I found her in the library, pretending to be absorbed in a ledger. The afternoon light streamed through the window, catching in the strands of her blonde wig. My Ava is in there. Hiding from me.I didn’t announce myself. I just walked in, my footsteps silent on the rich rug. I came to a stop behind her, so close I could feel the warmth from her body. She stiffened, her pen freezing on the page.“Sophia,” I said, my voice calm, conversational.She flin

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