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Chapter 34.

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last update Date de publication: 2026-04-20 21:07:57

Elena’s POV.

I found him in the corridor outside the service exit, phone still in his hand, his posture rigid in a way that had nothing to do with the suit and everything to do with whatever call he’d just ended. He hadn’t moved since the doors shut behind him. He was still standing in the aftermath of what he’d done, like he was waiting for the floor to finish dropping out from under him.

I didn’t announce myself. I didn’t need to. He heard my heels on the marble before he saw me, and when
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