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Chapter 47

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last update Last Updated: 2025-10-12 21:17:07

As they walked down the corridor, Elena whispered just loud enough for him to hear, “Protective today, aren’t we?”

Roman didn’t look at her. “Don’t get used to it.”

Her smile grew just a little. “Oh, I won’t. But it’s cute.”

He exhaled sharply, jaw tightening again. She was impossible. And yet… the thought of her sitting alone in some interrogation room made something ugly coil inside him.

He couldn’t explain it. Didn’t want to.

All he knew was that anyone who dared raise their voice at her in there would regret it.

Because whether she liked it or not, she was his.

And for reasons he refused to name, he’d burn the station down before letting anyone break her.

The interrogation room was colder than it needed to be.

Concrete walls. A steel table bolted to the floor. Two chairs on one side, one on the other. A small camera blinked red from the corner.

Roman didn’t flinch when the door closed behind them. He looked like he owned the place already.

Elena sat beside him, crossing her legs n
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