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Chapter 8 - The Lion's Den

Auteur: MELLA
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-16 00:38:18

The black SUV didn’t just stop; it exhaled. The engine’s hum died, replaced by a muffled, rhythmic thumping from outside that sounded like a heartbeat. But it wasn’t mine. It was the sound of a hundred photographers hitting the pavement, their cameras primed like weapons.

I stared out the tinted glass at the red carpet snaking toward the entrance of the Seattle Museum of Art. It looked like a streak of fresh blood against the rain-slicked concrete.

"Breathe, Elara," Julian’s voice cut through t
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