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Chapter Twenty-Six - Kiss of The Devil

Penulis: Kristy Pearson
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-12-10 00:00:11

(Adelaide & The Devil)

“Do you know what you’ve done to me?” Apollo asked, the words coming out rawer than he intended.

Adelaide pressed herself into the bedpost, eyes bright with fear and anger. “I didn’t do anything to you,” she said.

“You did,” he growled. “When you stabbed me. When you leapt from that tree like you meant to kill me. When you screamed at me. When you fought me under the ravine.” He took one shaky step, then stopped again.

“And when I bit you,” he finished, voice dropping to
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