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CHAPTER 53: AN ANCHOR IN THE DARK

Author: Diva.dazzel
last update publish date: 2026-09-17 00:07:33

Eva’s POV

​The hallway outside Lucian’s bedchamber was quiet, but a lingering sense of unease pulled me toward his door. After the humiliating chaos in the garden with Leo and Genevieve, I needed to face him—to ground myself, or perhaps just to prove that I wasn't losing my mind.

​I pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped inside.

​The room was pitch-black, swallowed entirely by shadows. The fireplace had died down to faint, glowing embers, leaving the chamber cold and oppressive. Reaching
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