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Chapter 42: Know Your Place (Kira POV)

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last update 公開日: 2026-02-17 13:00:43

The passive-aggressive cold war with Dante had been going on for days, and I'd become surprisingly adept at the art of pointed avoidance.

It wasn't difficult. The compound was large enough that I could structure my entire day around not being where he was. I ate meals with Ashley and the third-floor crew. I trained with Vera during hours I knew Dante would be in meetings. I spent evenings in the common room or my quarters, anywhere but near him.

The mate bond made

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