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Ch. 30: Symbol of Relationship
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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
