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CHAPTER 73 — “The Last Loyalist”

Author: Author Smart
last update publish date: 2026-01-17 16:47:17

Ava's Point Of View

The first thing I notice is the silence. Not the good kind. Not the calm-after-the-storm kind. This silence feels held, the air is waiting for something to break it.

Liam’s hand is still wrapped around mine as we step out of the café. The street looks the same as it always does, and the cars are parked too close to the curb, a cracked sidewalk, and a streetlight that flickers even in daylight. But my body knows better now. It knows how to listen.

The car is still there, the
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