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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

作者: Wren Gray
last update 公開日: 2026-03-27 04:50:03

“EVERYONE BECOMES A SAINT WHEN IT’S TIME TO TALK ABOUT OTHERS SIN.”

SOFIA.

I must have fallen asleep.

One minute I'm sitting on the floor of Marco's bedroom, my back against the door, tears drying on my face. The next, I'm jolting awake to the sound of the door being pushed open behind me.

I scramble forward as the door moves, disoriented and confused. Where am I? What time is it?

The light flicks on, blinding me.

And then I see the gun.

Marco is standing in the doorway, his weapon drawn and po
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I need a Marco POV - he doesn’t seem bad, but not entirely good either.
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