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Chapter 129

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The Choice He Finally Made

Vivienne raised her head from behind the shelf, her ears still ringing, and saw Alexander crumpled on the archive room's floor, a dark stain already spreading fast across his shirt, Richard crawling toward him with a desperate, broken cry that tore through the basement's chaos.

No. No, no, no. Richard's hands pressed hard against the wound, blood soaking instantly through his trembling fingers. Alexander, stay with me, please, stay with me.

Reyes had Margaret pinned a
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