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Chapter Sixteen
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“What’s happening here?” I blurted, my voice a tremor in the sudden silence. Their grins, wide and knowing, sent a shiver down my spine.
“So, you’re thinking Helena’s Daryl’s girlfriend?” The man’s words were a slow, deliberate drawl, each syllable dripping with a chilling amusement. He was like Laxus, the first time I’d met him, a presence that commanded attention, a force I couldn’t quite understand.“That’s what it looks like,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper. The man nodded slowly, his eyes gleaming with a hidden knowledge.“I’m Helena’s boyfriend,” he said, his voice a low rumble, “Yazi, by the way.” He extended his hand, his grip firm and unwavering, a silent challenge that sent a wave of unease crashing over me.My eyes darted to his hand, a wave of apprehension washing over me, before I hesitantly shook it."Tyra," I said, offering my hand. He smiled, his eyes lingering on Daryl for a moment before returning to me."It's so nice to meeRelated chapters
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