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Pressure Applied

Author: Kelly's Write
last update publish date: 2026-08-19 17:06:18

Chapter 64 — Pressure Applied

POV: Marcus Hale

The message to Liam still sat unanswered three days later, the little delivered notice underneath it doing nothing to soften how it felt to be read and left there. I told myself I understood. Seventeen was old enough to hold a grudge properly, and two years was a long time, and Elena had almost certainly shaped how he thought about all of it, whether she meant to or not.

Two years of silence had been understandable. I hadn't expected anything di
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    Chapter 64 — Pressure Applied POV: Marcus Hale The message to Liam still sat unanswered three days later, the little delivered notice underneath it doing nothing to soften how it felt to be read and left there. I told myself I understood. Seventeen was old enough to hold a grudge properly, and two years was a long time, and Elena had almost certainly shaped how he thought about all of it, whether she meant to or not. Two years of silence had been understandable. I hadn't expected anything different, sitting in that apartment Arthur had arranged for us, too far away to make any claim on Liam's daily life even if I'd wanted to. What I hadn't been prepared for was this. Being back in the same city, close enough to drive past his school if I wanted to, and still being treated like someone Liam had never met. I decided to try something more useful than another message he could ignore. I'd heard, through a colleague whose daughter went to the same school, that Liam had started looking s

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