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Chapter 110 – Not Just an Executioner

작가: Kristina Angels
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-29 16:57:00

Eva’s Point of View

Dinner ends with laughter, and I don’t hate that.

Sonia steals a second slice of cake and insists it’s for “ritual strength.” Parker tries to flirt with the Bone Breaker girls and nearly gets stabbed with a butter knife. Selene stays behind with the twins, talking to one of the teachers who already has Carol smiling, and even Lily looking curious. It’s peaceful here. Disarmingly so.

We say our goodnights in the hallway. Sonia stretches like a cat and declares she’ll be asleep in two minutes. Parker, still walking with a slight limp, gives me a two-fingered salute before disappearing into his room with a theatrical groan.

I push my door open.

The smell of clean linen greets me. My boots thud softly against the floor as I cross the room. I untie my ponytail and sit down on the bed, just for a moment. Just to rest my eyes.

But I never get the chance.

Three knocks at the door.

Sharp. Formal.

I already know who it is before I open it.

Elder Mason stands in the
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