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Chapter Forty-One: On The Record

Penulis: Manuel
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-21 03:39:37

Selene’s POV

The room does not move for a moment.

I look at Caden. He is looking back at me, steady as always, but there is something underneath the steadiness now that I have not seen from him before — not quite nerves, Caden does not seem built for nerves, but something close to it. The specific stillness of a man who has just had a private intention made public in a room full of people, including the man he is, in some sense, asking it of.

“I filed it this morning,” he says, to me, quietly,
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