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Chapter 54: Consultation.

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last update Last Updated: 2025-05-04 04:01:00
LENA'S POV

As soon as Harlin’s car vanished down the road, swallowed by the city’s hum, I turned to Kian, heart still thudding hard against my chest. The tension between them had left an aftertaste of something dark and unfinished. I couldn’t let it fester—not while Kian’s memory danced just beyond reach.

Without a word, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside, ignoring the curious stares from Ruby and the others in the hallway. We moved quickly through the corridor until we reached the safety of my office. I shut the door behind us with a thud.

“Kian,” I said, almost breathlessly, spinning to face him. “Tell me now. Do you remember him?”

He blinked, as if waking from a fog, then slowly nodded. “Bits. Blurry. But it’s more than I’ve had in weeks.”

“Sit,” I gestured to the chair across from my desk while I moved to grab a pen and the small brown leather notepad I kept tucked in the drawer. I never thought I’d use it for anything more than scribbled meeting notes or coffee o
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