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Chapter 57: The Hunt

Penulis: Emeraldwrites
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-08 19:30:06
‎Mikhail’s POV

‎Romanov Warehouse ...

‎The first call comes in at 18:42.

‎I ignore it.

‎Not because it isn’t important—but because everything is important right now.

‎Viktor is still a ghost.

‎Ingrid vanished like smoke.

‎Lucien’s trail is ice cold.

‎And every second they stay hidden feels like a personal insult and I'm losing my fucking mind.

‎“Aleksei,” I say, pacing in front of the wall of screens, “run the docks again. I want manifests, private shipments, anything flagged i
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