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Chapter 11: Tell Raiyan. Or I Will.
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Vows Written In Silence Chapter 11: Tell Raiyan. Or I Will.
Chapter Eleven: Tell Raiyan. Or I Will. Two knocks. Controlled. Not the three hard ones Faiyaz had delivered. Evan's knock. Mei cracked the door, looked through the gap, nodded once, and opened it. Evan stood in the corridor in a dark coat, hair faintly damp from the cold outside, eyes moving immediately to Zoya and completing a rapid assessment — was she hurt, was she frightened, what was the immediate threat level — before his expression settled into the careful neutrality he deployed in situations that required it. He stepped inside. "Lock it," he said quietly. Mei locked it without argument, which told Zoya something about what Evan communicated even when he wasn't trying to communicate anything. "Are you hurt?" he said, to Zoya. "No." He nodded once. Moved to the window. Checked the street below — Zoya saw his eyes moving, tracking, assessing the pavement and the parked cars and the specific geometry of what was visible and what wasn't. Then he let the curtain fall. "He
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Joseph's manor. Riyana saw Faiyaz before he was fully through the door. "Faiyaaaz—" She launched herself at him from approximately four feet away with the complete confidence of someone who had never once not been caught. He caught her. Spun her. She shrieked with delight. "She's been asking about you since this morning," Melissa said, from the kitchen doorway. "See at least someone was waiting for me," Faiyaz said. Riyana grabbed his face with both hands. "yes. Meee! I missed you.” “And I have a cat." "I know. I've met Brownie." "She's MY cat." "She is absolutely your cat." "And a dog." "Jack." "Jack is Mommy's dog but Mommy is 'cared of him." Zoya, from the doorway: "I am not scared of Jack." Riyana looked at her with great patience. "Mommy. He licked your hand and you jumped and screamed." "That was… that was, I have borderlineOCD, and he came to lick my shoes." "It was a scared noise." Faiyaz pressed his lips together. "Don't," Zoya sai
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The phone buzzed again and this time the sound felt louder in the small kitchen, sharp enough to scrape across Raiyan’s nerves. Zoya didn’t move toward it. She didn’t even look down. She didn’t need to. Raiyan was already reaching for it before he consciously decided to. His thumb slid across th
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Raiyan didn't get back into the car right away.He stood by the open door, staring at the building entrance like staring harder could undo time. Like Zoya might reappear, coat swinging, eyes softened, say his name the way she used to—with room in it.She didn't.The glass doors closed. The lobby li
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