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Chapter Forty-four

Penulis: Jessicarachel
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-20 14:49:19

Elara

The ride home felt longer than usual.

Every streetlight blurred past the tinted window like a fading memory, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop replaying last night in my head.

Alistair’s voice.

The way he had answered my phone like he belonged there.

The way his hands had touched me afterward—slow, possessive, dangerous enough to make me forget every reason I had to stay away from him.

And then this morning.

Cold distance.

A wall between us so sudden it made me feel stupid f
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