Chapter 32
The Beginning of War The night air was heavy. Anna stood at Noah’s window, her reflection staring back at her like a stranger. Her heart was torn between anger, fear, and something terrifyingly familiar—hope. She hadn’t wanted to fall into this again. Into him. But Noah’s eyes, his voice, his touches—every piece of him still whispered her name. Behind her, Noah sat on the couch, his head in his hands. He wasn’t sure how to process everything. The tension between them. Juliet and Isabella’s betrayal. The fragment of a memory—someone screaming his name—that had jolted him awake the night before. “Do you believe me now?” Anna asked, turning to him. He lifted his head. “About what?” “That they’ll never let you go.” Noah sighed. “I’m starting to.” She crossed the room and sat beside him
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