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CHAPTER 66: We Hunt the Hunter.

Author: Daisy
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-19 22:20:13

MICHAEL’S POV

By the third day, the meeting was set. Everyone was there. Even Amber.

The room had that breathless silence that only heavy truths invite. It was wide and white, sterile almost, except for the hum of the overhead lights and the steady tick of the wall clock, a countdown to confrontation.

The whiteboard stared back at me like it had a soul. Empty, but waiting. Like it knew what was coming. Like it was bracing for impact.

I turned to the circle forming around me.

Amber sat closest to the door. Her hands were clenched in her lap, her eyes flickering every few seconds toward the hallway like a girl half-expecting a ghost to return.

Natasha stood at the table’s edge, arms crossed tightly over her chest, like she needed to hold herself together. There were faint bruises on her skin, not just the kind you see, but the kind you feel in your bones.

Alessa was already typing, her laptop glowing dimly beside her like a lifeline.

Disha flipped through her notepad, her lips pressed
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