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Chapter Twenty-eight-and-a-half

作者: Milly Ly
last update publish date: 2026-06-21 23:33:34

Lunch with Margaret is a revelation. Unlike Canum, her presence doesn’t leave me anxious. She’s sane, warm, regal without cruelty. For the first time in days, I relax. Her voice carries the weight of lineage but none of the venom. She makes me promise to return, to bring my parents next time, her words weaving a fragile thread of hope into the ash‑laden air.

“That wasn’t too bad. Though my mother sometimes hovers,” Phantom says, his lips twitching in amusement, eyes steady on mine. His tone is
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