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Chapter 43: Shadows and Pursuit

作者: Nancy's Best
last update 最終更新日: 2025-08-26 01:33:49

SEBASTAIN’S POV

The morning sun cut through the blinds of my office at the University, casting sharp, slanted lines across the desk where student essays lay scattered, their handwritten arguments blurring under my unfocused gaze. My pen hovered over a half-graded paper, my fingers twitching, my mind far from the task. For days, a nagging sensation had clung to me, a prickling at the base of my neck, like unseen eyes tracking my every step.

Was someone following me, or was it just the curse, twisting my instincts into paranoia? Maximus stirred, his growl low and restless, his claws scraping my insides, echoing my unease. I’d felt it yesterday, walking to my car, the campus air too still, the shadows too heavy. Today, it was stronger, a weight that made my shoulders tense, my eyes dart to the door.

I leaned back in my chair, my boots scuffing the hardwood, my hand raking through my hair as I tried to focus on the essay, a student’s analysis of Macbeth’s ambition. But my chest tightene
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