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Chapter Seventy three — The Week Before

Author: Souldraft
last update publish date: 2026-05-29 06:44:20

Ava’s POV

One week until Christmas Eve, and Jamie showed up with a tree strapped to the roof of a borrowed car.

It wasn’t a massive one, just a modest little fir that fit snugly in the corner of the library without demanding we rearrange the furniture. She hauled it through the front door herself, pine needles scattering across the floor, her cheeks flushed from the cold and her eyes bright with that particular ferocity she got when she'd decided something was happening and heaven help whoever
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