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Chapter 96

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Griffen's Point of View

I sit at my desk, my elbows braced on either side of the map, staring at the mess of red lines and circles like I can force an answer out of it. Four marks. Four packs. Four places Maddox hit before slipping through my fingers like smoke.

Crescent Bloodmoon is still circled fresh in red. The ink has not even fully dried. And every time I look at it, something twists in my chest, tight, sharp. I was not there. I did not stop it. Aria could have been caught in it. She was nearby.

I drag a hand down my face.

It feels like I am always one step behind him.

Always too late.

My phone lies upside down on the desk, the screen still dark. No new calls. No new texts. I have not checked in with Aria, I have not asked if she is okay, even though everything in me is screaming to. But if I reach out now, I might break. And then she will know something is wrong.

I cannot let her know. Not yet.

I push the map aside, the edges curling from being handled too much,
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