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Chapter 52: The Shadow in the Bloodline

作者: Diva.dazzel
last update 公開日: 2026-07-28 01:03:51

​Ruby’s POV

​The air in the apartment felt like lead. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my body a map of throbbing aches and healing wounds. Every breath was a conscious effort, a reminder of how close I’d come to the dark. I was home, but the sterile, antiseptic smell of the hospital still clung to me, a lingering scent of mortality.

​Alexander was a blur of frantic motion. He fell to his knees before me, his hands trembling as he hovered over my waist, terrified to even touch me. Then, he broke.
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