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CHAPTER 147

Author: Moon Runner
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-23 05:02:25

KIRA'S POV

The tension in the room did not ease.

If anything, it thickened.

Erica and Anton were still standing a few feet apart, facing each other like opponents who had silently agreed that neither would retreat first.

I could practically see the stubbornness radiating off both of them.

I rubbed my temple again, feeling exhaustion sink deeper into my bones.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered under my breath.

But neither of them heard me.

Or perhaps they simply chose not to.

“I am staying,” Er
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