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CHAPTER 43

Author: Darcel
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-26 22:54:20

JASQUIRE

I walked down the hallway, heading down the direction of my father’s room. The hallway stretched long, dimly lit before me.

Two guards appeared up ahead. They strolled at a slow pace, talking in hushed voices, steps lazy.

I recognized them vaguely—Daniel and Jordan, two of the younger men in the rotation, barely older than me but always acting like they were the best.

Which they clearly weren’t.

They weren’t my concern. Not really. Still, something in me stiffened.

I measured my steps. Not too fast, not too slow. I couldn’t afford to look hurried, and certainly not afraid.

The air was thick with suspicion lately, and everyone seemed to be watching—especially now that Steven had left, it stirred up more gossip than you could think of.

If only he kept his damn mouth shut.

I kept my gaze forward, willing myself to look disinterested, as if I didn’t even see them. I hoped to pass without a care in the world.

Just a few more steps.

But then, I felt it. The eyes on me like they had
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