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Chapter eighty four: silent war

Penulis: Asheeda max
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-04 02:59:51

Finnick's pov

“You think I don’t know that?” I said, my voice cracking under the weight in my chest. “You think I haven’t lived every damn day hating myself for what I did to her?”

Kade stood a few feet away, arms tense, jaw tight. The Rift still glitched behind us like a warning, but my attention was locked on him.

“She needed someone who made her feel seen,” Kade said coldly. “You made her feel small. I made her feel powerful.”

I took a step forward, fury boiling in my blood. “ No, you used her, twisted her pain into your own very weapon.”

“And what did you do?” he snapped. “Rejected her, humiliated her in front of all your mates, her mates, whole of the pack, then showed up when it was convenient for you. You think a few sorry looks and whispered apologies are enough?”

My fists clenched tigher “No, I don’t but I didn’t come back because it was easy. I came back because I couldn’t breathe without her. Because she is everything I never knew I needed.”

Kade’s laugh was dry. “oh, sorr
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