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chapter 7: The Truth Between us

Author: Mona pauley
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-03 19:54:19

Morning arrived quietly, as if the city itself was exhausted from the violence of the night before. The rain had stopped, leaving Manhattan washed and gleaming, but inside the penthouse, nothing felt clean.

Isabella sat on the edge of the guest room bed, hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had not slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw shadows moving through rain, heard gunfire tearing the night apart, felt fear gripping her chest until breathing became difficult.

The room still smelled faintly of antiseptic and cold air. Security had swept through hours earlier, checking every corner, every window, every entrance. They had left behind silence and questions no one was eager to answer.

The door opened softly.

Alexander stepped inside.

He was not wearing a suit. No sharp lines. No polished armor. Just a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up and exhaustion written plainly across his face. He looked different this way. Older. Humans. And somehow more dangerous because of it.

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