CHAPTER 228

GISELLE'S POV

The quiet of the kitchen felt like a fragile thing, ready to shatter. The brothers’ words echoed in the silence left behind. Spies. All of them. The relief was a physical ache, a loosening of a knot I’d carried for weeks. But it was chased by a colder, sharper dread.

How did I kno...

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