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The Steel Coffin

2026-08-01 20:02:12

Chapter 75

[Elara]

The heavy steel shutters hit the marble floor with a deafening, earth-shaking slam. The crystal chandeliers flickered and died, plunging the opulent ballroom into total, suffocating blackness.

"Night vision! Now!" Cassian roared, the sound of his pistol discharging twice echoing through the dark.

I didn't need the command. I tapped the microscopic sensor behind my ear, activating the specialized contact lenses resting over my eyes. The pitch-black room instantly flared into a

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Chapter 107[Elara]The interior of the Von Kassel castle was a museum of stolen history. Priceless Renaissance tapestries hung on the walls, and the marble floors were polished to a mirror shine. It smelled of woodsmoke, old paper, and the suffocating arrogance of untouchable wealth.I didn't let go of Cassian’s arm as we walked up the stone steps.Julian didn't step back to invite us in; he remained rooted at the threshold, forcing us to stop just inches from him. He was tall, but Cassian was wider, built with the dense, terrifying mass of a man who had fought for his throne in the mud.Julian’s blue eyes flicked to Cassian, a dismissive smirk touching his lips."Don Rossi," Julian murmured, his tone dripping with condescension. "I must admit, I was surprised you brought your pet monster out into polite society. Usually, men of your... caliber... prefer to keep their weapons in the basement."Cassian didn't flinch. The insult bounced off the King of Rome like a pebble off a tank."I

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