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Ch 24: Luca De Santis

Author: Kudoz Penn
last update publish date: 2026-08-10 06:18:27
The exact moment Silas’ heavy, grounding hand settles over my chest, the terror that Tatiana brought into the room begins to melt away. I hate myself for it.

I hate the pathetic way my body instantly recognizes his commanding touch. I hate the way my lungs remember how to expand simply because he commands them to.

My body betrays me. I lean into his touch. I hate that I need him. I hate that he’s the only person who feels safe.

“Silas…” I breathe out. The word is muffled, trapped behind the o
Kudoz Penn

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