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Chapter Ninety-Nine - Knife At The Throat

Penulis: Kristy Pearson
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-17 22:27:30

(Apollo)

Apollo let the threat hang between them for a moment, then sliced it neatly aside.

“But the mortal lived,” he said. “And she burned last night exactly the way I needed to see.”

Cael’s gaze flicked up, just once. “Then my interference did not harm your… experiment.”

There it was again—that infuriating, clean logic. Disobedience framed as service.

Apollo studied him the way he’d study a blade he’d just discovered a hairline fracture in. Trustable. Useful. Potentially deadly if mi
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