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Chapter 8_The Crack in the ceiling

Author: Lucy
last update publish date: 2026-09-21 16:25:17

Mira pov

The elevator doors sealed behind him. I stood in the penthouse, my fingers still tingling from the brush of his chest, my lips still swollen from his kiss.

He was gone.

The silence filled the space like water, pressing against my ears, my lungs, my chest. I stood there for I don't know how long—seconds, minutes, an eternity—staring at the closed door, waiting for it to open again.

It didn't.

My legs carried me to the living room. I gathered my supplies mechanically—the spray
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