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Chapter 47: What Julian Saw

作者: Faith girl
last update 公開日: 2026-09-20 15:25:40

WREN'S POV

I didn't tell Kade about Elder Maren the next morning.

I told myself, lying awake beside him as the gray light crept in through the shutters, that it was caution rather than the promise breaking itself, that accusing a council elder of manipulating patrol rotations to enable a killing spree was not the kind of thing a person said aloud without something more solid to stand behind it than a pattern of dates in a dead man's ledger. I had watched, closely enough now to understand it in
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  • The Mate Who Marked Me    Chapter 66: The Door She Closed

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