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Chapter Nine: He Calls It Instinct

Author: E.J
last update publish date: 2026-03-07 00:06:31

MIRA POV

“Say it again,” Sable said.

“Sable.”

“Say it again. From the beginning.”

He was sitting at his kitchen table with both hands flat on the surface and his jaw tight and the particular stillness he got when he was furious but had decided not to be loud about it. That kind of fury was always worse than the loud kind. The loud kind burned itself out. This kind just sat there, cold and very clear.

I said it again. From the beginning. Destan at the gathering. Where he was standing. How long I
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