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48: REGINA’S POV

作者: Still Iv
last update publish date: 2026-05-22 19:38:29

The heels of my boots clicked with a sharp, heavy rhythm against the marble tiles as I made my way down the western corridor.

The Calabrian wind was still rattling the high glass windowpanes.

It was a constant reminder that a storm was brewing outside, both literally and figuratively.

But right now, it wasn't the perimeter sensors or Roman’s next potential strike that was keeping my jaw tightly locked.

It was the Amaya.

She had walked away from me out on the balcony with a hollow, de
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