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Chapter 40: The Digital Ledger

ผู้เขียน: Sarah Jenkins
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-06-25 01:54:42

Elowen’s POV

The green and blue indicators of the local database stack pulsed in a quiet, rhythmic hum that was the only sound in the server annex. It was exactly ten minutes to nine.

I stood by the central console, my fingers resting lightly on the cool glass of a portable terminal. Beside me, Kincaid stood like a statue, his tactical uniform immaculate, his gaze fixed on the heavy glass double doors of the suite. Behind us, the six tactical guards of my secondary detail had formed a silent, i
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    --- Elowen's POVThe remaining distance between us didn't vanish in a hurry. It dissolved slowly, measured out in the quiet cadence of the rain drumming against the curved glass overhead.Killian didn't rush. He never rushed when he felt he held all the cards.His lips brushed mine—a soft, feather-light contact so faint it was almost soundless. It wasn't a fierce press or a demand for ownership; it was a ghost of a gesture, a deliberate tease that sent a sharp, electric jolt running straight down my spine to the tips of my toes.My eyes drifted shut for a fraction of a second, purely against my will.When I opened them again, he was still right there, his dark gaze holding mine with an unhurried, razor-sharp focus. Beneath my palm, which was still pinned flat against his wool sweater, his heart maintained that steady, heavy thud—a sharp contrast to th

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