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12: The bet

Penulis: Meminger
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-10-31 16:28:25

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But Sebastian’s smug smile began to crack the moment Elijah’s voice filled the bar.

He’d expected a half-decent croon, maybe a little off-key charm to draw a giggle or two from the crowd. What he got was something else entirely. Elijah didn’t just sing, he commanded.

The first note rolled out low and velvet-smooth, wrapping around the room like smoke. The song was old, a classic love ballad Fiona had once played on repeat during late-night study sessions in college—“At Last” by Etta James, but slower, rawer, like he’d stripped it down to its bones and rebuilt it with his own heartbeat.

And his eyes? They never left Fiona.

Not once.

Sebastian felt it like a punch to the gut. He’s singing to her. Not to the room. Not for the laughs. To her. Every lyric:

“At last, my love has come along” landed like a confession. The bar faded. The cheers, the clinking glasses, the wolf whistles from the back, it all blurred into white noise.

There was only Elijah on that stage, voice
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