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Chapter 18: The Fallback

작가: Sarah Jenkins
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Elowen’s POV

The heavy iron latch of the cargo door clicked, a sharp, metallic strike that resonated through the floorboards directly into my ribs.

I stopped breathing.

Above me, Killian didn't shift a fraction of an inch, his weight pressing my chest flat against the cold steel of the floor. His gloved hand remained locked over my mouth, the leather smell suffocatingly thick, blocking out the stench of rain and exhaust.

With a deafening screech of ungreased hinges, the rear doors swung wide.

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