The King's Forbidden Love
Noah recorded each order with precision.
I walked to the window overlooking the city. Somewhere in those streets, Dorn was holding children who had no voice. I intended to give them one.
“We need to solve all these matters in a week. The Canadian King's profile and Dorn are the targets we need to hit in a week, because both are connected to smuggling and I am sure they are the only two filth who have the treasure in their grip.”
The word “treasure” left my lips, heavy and deliberate, carrying a weight no one in the room could perceive. My chest tightened, a coil of anger, protectiveness, and the raw sting of loss.
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