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Chapter 92 Lines in the SandDominique’s POVI didn’t sleep.Not that I usually did, but that night, sleep didn’t dare come near me. Not when Aurora’s scent still lingered on my bed. Not when her last words were a blade stuck between my ribs."You’re scared that if I stay, and this war touches me, you’ll finally lose control. You’ll have to admit you love me."I stared at the wall as if it could answer the question I refused to ask myself.Did I love her?Hell.Hell.I stood and yanked open the drawer near my bed. Inside was the file I had Julien compile over the years, names, faces, ghosts from the Peterson syndicate that had never been buried. I spread them across the desk. Some were crossed out. Some had question marks. One face, Marcos Valez stood out.A former lieutenant. Cold. Calculating. Missing since the Peterson raid.He was the second hand man of Victor Peterson, a man who's now more of a ghost than a human being. If someone was pulling strings from the shadows… it was

Chapter 94: Dark ConfrontationAurora’s POVI felt the weight of finality on my shoulders as I stepped out of the house. The wind brushed across my cheeks, and with each gust, it whispered that this would be the last time I played the weak one. The last time I would beg for justice. From now on, I would take it.I was dressed simply, but every inch of me felt armored with rage. Rage for my mother. Rage for the lies. Rage for everything Victor Peterson had done to my family.I grabbed my keys from the marble counter and turned sharply. Dominic, leaning against the hallway wall, arms crossed, narrowed his eyes.“Where are you going?” he asked, his voice low and unreadable.I stared at him, heartbeat steady, expression colder than I intended. “To end something that’s long overdue.”He pushed off the wall. “You’re not going there alone.”“I don’t need backup.”“I’m not asking. I’m following.”I didn’t argue. Not because I welcomed his company—but because something inside me knew he neede