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Chapter 70
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2026-10-20 22:24:00Isla POV
I went out into the stairwell to make the call, because the apartment had started to feel like a room where decisions were made by whoever stopped talking last. The landing smelled of old paint and somebody's microwave popcorn, and I stood with my back to the fire door and typed the first words to Dorian that weren't ‘yes’ in two days. ‘Come up.’ He was there before I finished the next breath, taking the last flight two stairs at a time, and he stopped a step below me with a
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