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Ch. 19: Secrets
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Astrella's point of view The clanking of utensils was the only sound breaking the silence at the dining table. For once, no awkward chatter or drama was unfolding during the meal—a small blessing I wasn’t about to overlook. We were almost done eating, and all I could think about was retreating to my room and hoping that Dax’s so-called punishment would magically slip his mind. Wishful thinking? Probably. “Oh, Dax,” Grace suddenly chirped, breaking the peace. “I just remembered, I have something in the basement that I really need help with. Can you come with me and get it?” Dax glanced at her for a fleeting second, his expression jumbled. Then, turning to me instead of Grace, he said, “Sure, after this.” And just like that, his gaze locked on me again. “Astrella,” he said, his voice carrying a warning, “I’m telling you one last time if you’re still not in my room after this, I swear I’ll drag you out, no matter where you’re hiding.” I swallowed hard, trying not to choke on my
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Astrella's point of view "What the hell just happened?" "I don’t know. I just felt something was off. But I ignored it, thinking I was just exhausted from the shooting range. I was about to take a shower when he suddenly appeared, out of nowhere—in your closet." He grasped my wrist gently, examining the red marks left by the masked man. His expression darkened. Then, without a word, he pulled me into an embrace, exhaling deeply against my hair. His voice was shadowed with restraint. "We’ve already locked down the building. My men are hunting every last traitor." He breathed out, pressing a firm kiss to my forehead. "When I heard the alarm after the crash, I bolted straight here. Where’s Xanthe?" As we broke apart, his sharp eyes scanned my face, searching for something, maybe doubt, maybe fear. I stiffened but forced myself to regain composure in a second. I can’t let him know something’s wrong. And what was I supposed to tell him? Another lie? I was already neck-deep
