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chapter 309

Penulis: Deedson
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-09-10 13:38:26

POV: Isabella

Nico came home an hour before dawn with salt drying stiff in his hair and a woman's torn scarf clutched so tightly in his fist that his knuckles had gone white around it. Forty words could not hold the particular fear of watching someone you love return from danger carrying more questions than answers.

"Nico." Rosa was across the room before the door had even fully closed, hands framing his face, checking him for injuries with the desperate efficiency of a mother who had spent mon
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