Chapter 25
Chapter 22 — Cassian Laurel She was still asleep when I left the room. Luna’s body curved into mine like she belonged there, a mess of dark hair over my chest, her breath warm against my skin. It should have been peace. It should have calmed the storm in my chest. But all it did was make me feel like a man standing on a fault line, watching the cracks spread beneath his feet. I moved silently through the estate, past the polished marble and glass, the walls that had heard too many secrets and confessed nothing. My father built this house as a fortress. Every window was bulletproof. Every door, reinforced. But he never understood the kind of danger that came from within. In the control room, Steven was waiting. His tie was gone, sleeves rolled up, face pinched with the kind of stress
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