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The Enforcer’s Darling 3

Penulis: J. Tarr
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-20 21:24:14

Nadya

The hallway is deadly quiet as I slip out of my room, the heavy door clicking shut behind me. My pulse thrums in my ears, and my breath comes in shallow, careful exhales. Every creak of the floor feels deafening, every shadow stretching too far.

I don’t know the layout of this house—mansion, really—but I know it’s big. Too big. Too many doors, too many chances to get caught. But I have to try. I’ve been here long enough to know the people who brought me aren’t like the ones before, but that doesn’t mean I trust them.

Trust is dangerous, and I can’t afford it. Not now.

The faintest sliver of moonlight spills through the tall windows, illuminating the corridor ahead. I keep to the walls, my bare feet silent against the cold marble floors. Every muscle in my body is tight, ready to bolt if I hear so much as a whisper of movement.

Just get outside. Find a way past the guards. And then—what?

My chest tightens at the thought. I don’t have a real plan. My only goal is to get back to M
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We can totally feel her uneasiness
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