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Chapter 22: Trap or not

Author: Max Shinabery
last update publish date: 2026-07-23 11:25:40

Ronan

Maeve ran beautifully when she was angry.

Not with grace or delicacy... no, she tore through the forest like she wanted to set it ablaze. Every stride was a challenge, every leap over a root an act of defiance. She ripped branches from her path, punished the ground beneath her boots, her body a wild, unyielding force. There was nothing soft or frightened about her, she ran to conquer, not escape.

And it was intoxicating.

I followed from the shadows, close enough to hear the furious rhythm
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