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CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

Author: Abby Gale
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-02 21:16:15

Ronan's pov

I stood there like a damn fool.

My hand was still halfway outstretched, as if I could somehow summon her back with a gesture, as if the ache in my chest would vanish if she just turned around and gave me one more glance. But she didn’t. Of course she didn’t.

I let my hand drop to my side. The silence in the hall gnawed at me, each step she took echoing until it vanished completely into the distance.

“Shit,” I muttered under my breath.

I turned sharply and slammed my fist into the nearest wall. Ancient stone cracked under my knuckles, a gust of dust filling the air. Still, it was not enough. I did it again. And again.

Each punch was fueled by the frustration curling inside me, each hit an outlet for the war raging in my mind. By the time I stopped, my arm was buried elbow-deep into the stone, jagged rocks pressing against my skin. Blood dripped from my scraped knuckles, but I barely noticed.

I was heaving. Gasping. My chest felt like it was going to cave in.

She had every r
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