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Chapter 8

Auteur: A. Leilani
last update Date de publication: 2025-10-27 05:16:11

Chapter 8

"Which is exactly why I'm not involving Miles," Ravyn said, her voice hard now, forged from five years of surviving the unsurvivable. "Because the second Miles knows about Rhysand, he becomes a weapon. A weapon the Hawkins family will use against me. A weapon Miles himself might use if it serves his purposes."

She took a breath, forcing herself to think clearly despite the panic clawing at her chest. "Miles doesn't know about Rhysand. Nobody in either family knows except you. And that
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