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Chapter 102 - Boris's Game

Author: Tabitha
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-06-21 00:04:03
The mansion was quiet at night, but it was never truly still. Servants padded softly through halls on their shifts, the click of security boots echoed down tiled corridors, and the distant hum of generators ran beneath the estate like a pulse. Ayra had learned the rhythm of the house, its sleeping breath and subtle movements. Now, she used it.

It still drives her mad, though.

She lay in bed during the day, conserving her energy and forcing a facade of fragility. The maids thought she was still mourning. They were not wrong—she mourned her freedom, her old life, and the version of herself that once believed Lucian's indifference was safety. At night, she moved.

Her first reconnaissance had been cautious. A trip to the kitchen for water. A long pause to study the security panel near the east stairwell. She memorized rotations—the older guard who limped slightly and took longer between rounds, the distracted maid who always took ten minutes longer on the second-floor sweep, likely due to
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#game #warning #escape #return #lovedones

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