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37. The Director’s Ultimatum
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2026-05-26 00:09:47Cora’s POV
The guest suite felt like a crime scene. I had the bathtub running, the steam thick and heavy enough to coat my lungs, but it couldn’t drown out the sound of my own pulse hammering in my ears. I didn’t just wash Leo; I scrubbed him. I used the expensive, sandalwood-scented soap provided by the Vane Estate to rub away every molecule of red training dirt, every lingering trace of that boy Jax, and the metallic, predatory scent of the arena.“Mommy, it hurts,” Leo whined, hi
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