Chapter 77 77: Where were you, Malik?

Ryder

I stood there, staring at the closed door, my fists clenched so tightly my nails dug into my palms. The doctor’s words echoed in my head, stirring up old ghosts I had buried deep. My chest felt tight, a mix of rage and something darker, more dangerous, twisting inside me.

Freya was mine ...

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