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BLOODLINES OF BETRAYAL AND BURNING NEED

last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-15 18:40:14

Luca’s POV

The ravine offered temporary sanctuary cold stream water lapping at our boots, moonlight fractured through the canopy above. Dante, Rocco, and I crouched in a tight circle, breaths visible in the chill, bodies pressed close for warmth and something far more primal. Sofia’s voice had gone quiet in the comm after her last revelation, but the weight of her words lingered: Alexei Volkov wasn’t just a handler. He was her father. And the secrets ran deeper than blood.

Dante broke the silen
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