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Chapter fifty seven

Author: Midaspen78
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Elma POV

The corridors were suffocating, a labyrinth of polished floors and walls that seemed to lean in, closing in with every step I took. Every echo of my boots felt louder than it should, as if the building itself was aware of my presence…and the presence of him.

Ridwan.

Even before I saw him, I could feel him. That pull, subtle at first, like a vibration through the floor, through the air. A warning and a claim all at once. My pulse leapt, my gloves grew damp against my palms, but I forced calm. My wolf stirred inside me, restless and raw, sensing the same tension. There was danger, yes…but something else too. Something I hadn’t yet allowed myself to name.

I had studied every hidden stairwell, every service door, every ventilation shaft. I had memorized the layout of this place to the last detail. Every shadow had a purpose. Every shadow could be my ally…or my trap. And yet, no preparation could have readied me for him, for the way his presence seemed to bend the air around me.

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