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Chapter 92: The Space Between Words

작가: Sarah Jenkins
last update 게시일: 2026-08-11 20:30:57

Elowen's POV

The car was quiet on the ride back uptown.

Manhattan looked almost too bright in the midday light, the stone washed clean by the morning rain, every glass tower throwing back a hard, pale sky. Beside me, Killian sat with his phone dark in his lap, not checking anything, not reaching for updates, holding himself with the same careful stillness of a man who knew he was being watched even inside his own car.

 

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