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Chapter Seventy - Six.

Author: Baby Quella.
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Erica’s POV

The silence between us was suffocating, thicker than the smoke that lingered from wood fires. Reynold’s words hung there—unfinished, heavy—as if the night itself was waiting for his judgment to fall.

He took one step closer, his shadow swallowing mine. His chest rose and fell in sharp, controlled breaths. His voice when it came , was rough, biting, and sharp enough to cut me into two.

“You’re selfish, Natasha. Selfish and gutless.”

The words sliced straight through my chest. He didn’t shout them—he didn’t need to. The quiet way he said them made them sharper, heavier. More real. I stood frozen, my cloak clutched around me like it could shield me from the burn of his stare.

“You think this is bravery?” His lips curled, not in a smile but in something more wicked. “Showing up here at the last moment, acting like you came to save us? No. You didn’t come for us—you came for yourself. You came to put on a show, to make yourself feel better.” His eyes blazed, silver catching th
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