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CHAPTER 38 – VANISHING ACT

Auteur: Mercy V.
last update Date de publication: 2026-02-11 15:13:13
Dawn was still a rumor when Lys moved.

The city outside the glass was a smear of shadow and the first faint hints of grey. No sun yet. Just the pale anticipation of it.

Kael slept.

For once, completely.

His arm was heavy around her waist, chest pressed to her back, breath slow and deep against the nape of her neck. The hand resting on her stomach twitched occasionally, fingers tightening as if even in sleep, he refused to let go.

“Lys,” Aria whispered. “It’s time.”

She stared at the
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