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Chapter Forty Five

Author: Kelace
last update publish date: 2026-03-12 17:18:02

Max’s POV

“Sire… Miss Stratford is alive?”

Damon’s words hit me like a freight train straight to the chest.

I freeze. My hair is still dripping water onto the marble floor. The towel around my waist suddenly feels too tight, too heavy. The name echoes loudly in the quiet suite.

Rose. Alive. How?

Impossible.

My mind races. Th same thoughts I’ve tortured myself with for five years slamming back in full force.

How we never actually saw a body. The woman they cremated in Cusco could have be
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