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CHAPTER 87 — WHEN MONSTERS PROTECT The gunfire didn’t stop. It moved. Deeper into the house. Like a storm dragging its claws across everything the Westwoods had built. ⸻ Damien didn’t release her hand. Not once. Not when another explosion rattled the walls. Not when screams echoed from the lower hall. Not even when blood smeared across the marble beneath their feet. His grip stayed locked around hers. Possessive. Unyielding. Terrifying. ⸻ And Sienna realized something then. This wasn’t just protection anymore. This was obsession. ⸻ They turned the corner into the main hall. Chaos. Shattered glass everywhere. One chandelier hanging crooked. Smoke curling through the air. Three guards down. Two moving. One bleeding out. And standing in the center of it all— Charl
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