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Chapter 9: Breakfast With The Enemy

Author: Bam's writes
last update publish date: 2026-07-05 06:20:13

Aria's POV

Senna noticed immediately.

She came in with breakfast the way she always did — quietly, efficiently, setting things on the table by the window without unnecessary movement or sound — and then she stopped. Just for a moment. Just long enough to look at me properly where I was sitting at the writing desk already dressed, already upright, already present in the specific way I had not been on any other morning since I arrived.

She set the tray down.

She looked at me.

I looked back at her
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