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Chapter 48

Author: Nyct
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-27 23:58:59

Aryn

The police arrived ten minutes later, swarming the area. Marcus quickly took charge, explaining what happened, pointing out the culprits. I stayed mostly in the background, letting him do the talking. I didn't like attention, especially not this kind. I just wanted to go home. And hug my puppy .

After what felt like an eternity of questions and statements, we were finally cleared to leave. Marcus insisted we get new bags for the clothes we'd bought, since ours had been abandoned in the chaos. Ghost, who had been surprisingly quiet through the whole ordeal, was now looking up at me, his eyes full of what looked like admiration.

"Don't tell anyone," I whispered to him, scratching him behind the ears. "Our secret." He licked my hand, as if agreeing.

The drive back to the mansion was quieter. Marcus kept glancing at me, a speculative look in his eyes. He didn't ask more questions about my fighting skills, which I was grateful for. He probably knew I wouldn't answer anyway.

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