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Chapter 8: Bullets and Adrenaline

作者: Cat Stories
last update 公開日: 2026-02-07 11:52:30

The diary burns against my skin.

I can feel the leather cover pressing between my breasts, hidden by my dress. Every breath I take reminds me it’s there.

I am blood.

The thought echoes in my head, louder than the clatter of pans in the kitchen. I am scrubbing a copper pot, my hands red and raw from the hot water. Ciro is nowhere to be seen.

The house is quiet. Too quiet.

Then the world explodes.

CRASH.

The kitchen window—reinforced glass, bulletproof, I assumed—doesn't shatter. It spiders. A we
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