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Chapter 41

Penulis: Charisma
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-04 00:05:01

Lyra POV

It didn’t take long to understand.

That was the problem.

There was no slow realization, no gradual unfolding that gave me time to adjust. The moment the bond settled—truly settled—into something undeniable, it began to pull.

Not violently.

Not forcefully.

But with quiet certainty.

Like it knew exactly where it belonged.

And exactly who it belonged to.

---

I stayed where I had fallen for a long time.

Kneeling on the ground, hands braced beneath me, breath still uneven as the new bond p
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