Chapter 233
Author: Ameiry Savar
last update2025-10-25 21:46:20

Joaquin froze when he sensed an unfamiliar presence. His instincts sharpened instantly.

He looked around the dimly lit room, but there was no one—only the faint echo of a whisper that brushed against his ear like wind.

“Martin?” he called out, his voice low but steady.

He rose from the bed and walked toward the window. The moonlight glimmered faintly on his skin as he opened it and leaned forward, scanning the dark street below. Silence. But his gut told him something—or someone—was there.

Then it came again. A whisper. Cold. Distant. Yet unmistakably human.

He’s coming for you, Brother. Be ready.”

Joaquin’s fists tightened. The warning sent a chill down his spine, but he stood tall. If that voice truly came from Martin, then something had gone terribly wrong.

Without hesitation, Joaquin began dressing. His movements were brisk, determined. He didn’t know how he would find Martin—but he needed to. Whatever rift stood between them, it was clear Martin was risking something to send tha
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