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Chapter 32: Shadows of the Past
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The tension in Kian’s study was palpable as I stared at the photograph of Blythe, my heart racing. I forced my expression to remain neutral, even as panic threatened to overwhelm me.“I’m sorry, Kian,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “But I’ve never seen this girl before in my life.”Kian’s dark eyes bored into mine, searching for something - truth, deception, I couldn’t be sure. The silence stretched between us, taut as a wire.Finally, he nodded slowly. “I see,” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “My apologies. I thought perhaps…”He trailed off, shaking his head. “Never mind. It was a long shot anyway.”Relief flooded through me, but it was quickly replaced by guilt. I hated lying to Kian, even as I knew it was necessary. The truth about Blythe - about who I really was - could never come to light.Kian took the journal back, his fingers lingering on the photograph for a moment before he closed it. “I suppose I was grasping at straws,” he said, more to himself than to me. “Hopin
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The line crackled with static before her trembling voice filtered through. “Kian…it’s me. I’m alive, but in danger. Please help…”My blood chilled at her words. Isadora was alive, though from the sound of it, barely. After all the chaos with Alessandro’s takedown, I’d assumed the worst when she never resurfaced. Hearing her voice sent a surprising wave of relief through me.I immediately ran a trace on the call, pinpointing her location to a remote farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. So that’s where my feisty little hellcat had been laying low all this time.Wasting no time, I assembled a small team of my most trusted men and we sped through the night towards the coordinates. By the time we arrived in the dusty hamlet, the first light of dawn was bleeding over the horizon.The decrepit farmhouse stood alone amid fields of olive groves. My team fanned out, securing a perimeter while I approached the weathered front door alone. Taking a steadying breath, I raised my fist and pounded
