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Chapter 67: Masks and Moves

Author: Lola Ade
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-05 23:34:22

(Calla’s POV)

The silence in the corridor felt like a prelude to a war drum. The soft rustle of silk, the click of boots, the distant echo of guards clearing the way—we were walking into a room where the game was finally tilting back in my favor.

Knox led the way with that Alpha stride of his. His posture was composed, firm, but I could feel the tension simmering just beneath the surface. I walked behind him with Asher beside me—his little hand clutching mine tightly, his tiny jaw squared in that familiar way that reminded me he was Rowan’s son in every way that mattered.

Behind us trailed the two maids I’d allowed to dress me up in the guest wing. Freya had insisted I at least appear like I was someone of importance, and after everything, I supposed she was right. Behind them came the guards, positioned like shadows, ever watchful.

I felt their gazes, those curious, confused, cautious stares.

Good.

Let them wonder.

Let them squirm.

Let them try to guess who the masked woman walking b
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