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CHAPTER 5

Author: Efita
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-01 15:20:02

Nicholas’s POV

The drive to Warehouse 3 felt like an eternity. The rain kept falling in sheets, blurring the streets and making the city look like it had been swallowed whole by the storm. But none of it mattered. Not the weather. Not the mess outside. I had one thing on my mind: Alex.

My thoughts kept drifting, though. They kept pulling me back to Chloe. The way her eyes flickered when I asked about her past, the subtle hesitation in her words when she spoke of Boston. Every instinct in me was telling me something wasn’t right.

I couldn’t shake the feeling that Chloe was hiding something. There was a sharpness to her, an edge that made her stand out among the countless faces I encountered every day. Most people tried to hide their vulnerabilities, but Chloe? She wore hers like a cloak. And that made her dangerous in its own way. I had spent years reading people, understanding them at their core, breaking down their facades, and yet with her… I couldn’t get a full read.

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