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Chapter 133 — What We Choose

Author: Kristina Angels
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-06 14:20:01

Theo’s point of view

I reach her door and knock once, quiet but deliberate. I can already feel her—her presence, her steady heartbeat, the way her energy curls around mine like smoke. If she were anyone else, I’d say she was asleep. But Eva doesn’t sleep like normal people.

I hear her shift beneath the sheets, hear her bare feet as they move across the floor with deliberate calm. No rush. No hesitation. She knows it’s me.

The door opens.

“Theo,” she says softly. “Come in.”

My hand tightens on the frame. “Are you sure you want me to enter?”

She tilts her head. “You opened your door for me when I needed you. Why would I do differently?”

I step into her room, the air already charged between us. She leads me toward the bed, guiding me with the faintest touches—her fingers brushing mine, her steps slow and deliberate.

She sits and pats the space beside her. But I stay standing.

“My motives aren’t that pure,” I admit, voice lower than I intended. “You came for answers. I came beca
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