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Chapter 37: The Education (Leo POV)

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last update 公開日: 2026-02-14 13:01:27

My finger hovered over the send button, the text already composed.

I'm coming to get you. Just hold on.

Just as I was about to tap send, a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I jerked around to find Tyler standing behind me, concern etched across his features. Behind him, Elias approached with that measured, purposeful stride that made him seem like he was always exactly where he needed to be.

"Don't send that," Tyler said, voice quiet but firm.

"Why no

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