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CHAPTER 185
Author: Pen of the King
last update2025-10-30 22:57:24

Morning came slow, tender, and golden. The storm that had rattled the sea through the night was gone, leaving behind a sky rinsed clean—pale blue streaked with soft amber. Sunlight skid through the tall windows of the mansion, touching everything it met: the marble floors, the desk, and the faint scorch marks from the circle that had almost stolen a life.

Rita stood by that very mark, wrapped in a loose robe. The light caught the thin lines of her neck and shoulders; her skin still held the warmth of recovery. She traced one fingertip over the charred pattern and shivered, not from cold, but from memory.

I can't believe we both almost died last night, she thought within herself.

She remembered the fire vividly—his voice cutting through the pain, his trembling hands refusing to let go. He could have killed himself for her. And he nearly did.

Across the hall, Jeffery was bent over a tray of glass tubes, cleaning them one by one with slow, meticulous movements. He looked tired—older som
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