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Chapter 185: The Trap Closes 

Autor: Solo J wright
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-10 14:10:51
MORRIS’S POV

I stood at the kitchen window, rinsing the last of the breakfast mugs, when movement flickered across the yard. Darius stepped out through the barn’s side door, hood drawn low and shoulders hunched against the light rain. He moved quickly but without panic, his gaze sweeping the fence line before he cut straight toward the house. I set the mug down with a soft clink of porcelain against steel, wiped my hands on my jeans, and reached the back door just as his knuckles rose toward t
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