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The Echo of Footsteps
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2025-08-13 23:05:00The door clicked shut behind me with a soft but final sound that I wanted to believe meant safety. I leaned my back against it, eyes closed, and let out a shaky breath that I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. The rush of adrenaline still pulsed in my veins, echoing the footsteps that had haunted me all the way home — those steady, measured steps that never seemed to quicken or slow, just persistent and unrelenting.
I slid down the door until I was sitting on the floor, legs drawn close, heart hammering in my chest like a warning drumbeat. My fingers trembled against the cool wood of the doorframe as I wrapped my arms around my knees. For a long moment, I just sat there, willing my thoughts to slow, to make sense of the chaos that had filled my day.The office. Tessa. Atlas’s cold, searching eyes. The whispered threats in the hallway. And now this — the creeping sense that I was being hunted, not just by an ex-girlfriend wielding manipulation and lies, but by someone dark
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The club was quiet now, the empty hallways echoing softly under the dimmed lights. The day shift was over, and I finally had a moment to breathe. I adjusted my mask in the reflection of the small mirror in my private office, making sure every strap lay perfectly, every line precise. Even now, when no one was watching, composure mattered. I couldn’t risk a single flaw that might give away who I truly was.The day had been long but uneventful. No patrons, no distractions, just the silent pulse of the club and the faint hum of the ventilation system. I moved through the space like a shadow, checking doors, double-checking the security measures I had helped set up years ago. Every camera, every sensor, every lock was a reminder that even in this world, control was everything.I allowed myself a slow exhale, a quiet moment of reflection. Atlas was somewhere out there, undoubtedly searching, undoubtedly curious. I could feel it in my bones, even without seeing him. The pull between us—the t
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The sunlight spilled through the blinds in soft golden stripes, stretching across the floors of the safehouse like warm ribbons. I stirred awake, feeling the weight of the night’s exhaustion in my bones. My body ached from the previous evening at the club, the adrenaline finally ebbing, leaving behind a lingering tension I couldn’t quite shake. For a moment, I allowed myself to linger in bed, listening to the house.Quiet. Dante must have already gotten up for his usual early breakfast routine. The twins, Dahlia and Delaney, were likely still tucked beneath their blankets, murmuring softly in the cocoon of sleep. A small smile tugged at my lips. These quiet mornings were fleeting, rare pockets of serenity in a life filled with shadows and vigilance. I had learned to savor them, to draw strength from the calm before the inevitable storm of responsibilities.Sliding out of bed, I moved silently down the hallway toward Dante’s room. The soft creak of the floorboards u
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