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CHAPTER 64

Author: Moon Runner
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-31 19:50:10

KIRA’S POV

I didn’t take the notebook back from Anton. I didn't need to, the image on it was already clearly burned into my head...however, I wasn't satisfied.

For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the closed cover like it might open itself and show me something worse... something more.

My heart was beating too fast. It was as if it was going to fall out through my mouth. My palms were damp...I wiped it on my clothes to no avail, it got even more damp as I tried.

The house felt too quiet, like it was listening...like the walls were literally alive, but silent and watching...waiting for the right to me to react.

Anton waited without speaking.

He didn’t push, he didn’t say a word, but I could tell he was trying to process a lot in his mind. He just watched me with that steady, unreadable expression, like he already knew this wasn’t over, but couldn't say too much because he had no way of proving anything.

I tried to do same...just be silent and not say anything more because I
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