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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-TWO

Author: Iris Brown
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-06 23:42:53

Lyla’s POV

I stuck my head out of the window, needing to breathe. “Are you sure everything was clean?” I heard Achilles ask.

Aries laid her head on my lap, so I stroked her long locks. “I cleaned out my bedroom,” I answer.

“Good,” Achilles replied. He drove fast and quick, while Xiomar was next to him, a huge frown on his face.

“Oh, don't mind grumpy daddy here,” Emilio smirked, turning back to face me. The jeep we had taken was large enough to fit everyone, yet, he was sitting right in front of me. Insisted on it even. “He's just angry he didn't realize we were dealing with a snake.”

I cleared my throat. “How are we so sure,” I asked quietly. “That she would go to him.”

Isaiah pushed his glasses up his face. “Xiomar placed a small tracker in her bag. One that is barely noticeable. She went there.”

Fuck, I cursed internally. All Sienna could have done was go home, wipe this all from her memory. “She did it because she wanted you right?”

Xiomar doesn't answer me. “Come on, you can tell
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