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Chapter 29: When Masks Slip

مؤلف: Judith C-Tagoe
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-02-04 00:03:59

Aria’s POV

“You bastard.”

Elliot’s voice cut through the restaurant, sharp and ugly, drawing attention before I could stop him. Chairs scraped softly nearby. A hush followed.

His hand came up fast, fist clenched, swinging straight towards Desmond.

“How dare you kidnap my sister?”

Desmond didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t even rise from his seat.

He caught Elliot’s fist mid-air.

The sound wasn’t dramatic, no crack, no grunt, just the dull, unmistakable thud of skin meeting palm. Desmond’s grip c
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