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Shallow Assumption
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MARCELLUS’ POV The search continued, not seeming to end soon. Every passing hour without a single lead on Fiona's whereabouts chipped away at my mental stability. Reports came in regularly—territories checked, patrols doubled—but they all said the same thing: no trace of her. My frustration was increasing, not at the effort of my men, but at myself. I had failed her. Sitting in my study, the air felt heavy with the weight of my decisions. I stared at the phone in my hand, my thumb hovering over Raphael’s contact. I had already called him earlier, several times, but there had been no answer. I couldn’t wait any longer. Swallowing my pride, I dialed his number again, pacing the length of the room as it rang. One ring. Two. Five. Still nothing. My hand clenched around the phone, and I nearly hurled it across the room. But then I stopped myself, letting out a frustrated sigh. I couldn’t afford to lose control now. Not when Fiona was still out there, alone and possibly in danger.
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