Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Chapter 8

I stared at him, my pulse thrumming against the hand he still held. The gun was no longer at my head, but his gaze was just as lethal.

"I was hiding," I started, my voice regaining its edge. "I...I thought I should prank you. You know, like old times...hehe," I said, my laughter sounding like a cry for help because I didn’t remember any talk of Isabelle and Cassian playing ’hide and seek’ as children.

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