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Chapter 72: The Cold Light
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2026-07-22 20:30:56Elowen's POV
We stayed at the gala for twenty minutes.
Just long enough to stand near the main stairs, to let a couple of photographers catch the white suit under the chandeliers, and to let the room see my hand resting on his sleeve. We didn't talk to anyone. Killian gave Marcus a single nod across the crowd, and five minutes later we were outside, stepping into the cold and damp of the courtyard.
The car was alr
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