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Chapter 7: The Boardroom Table

Author: Sarah Jenkins
last update publish date: 2026-06-24 23:49:06

Elowen’s POV

"Tell me what he meant, Killian!" I slammed my fists against his chest, my knuckles bruising against the hard, tailored fabric of his vest. "What happened to Leo? If you lied to me about his safety, I swear to God I’ll—"

"You’ll what, Elowen?" Killian caught both of my wrists in one massive, crushing hand, his grip like steel cuffs.

He didn't just hold me; he shoved me backward until my spine hit the edge of the heavy boardroom table. The papers Arthur and Thatcher had signed scatt
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