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He red at Max, his stare sharp as a knife. His look spoke one clear thought. <i>You’ve </i>lost your mind.
Max’s blurred eyes cleared the instant they met L’s. A sharp gleam cut through his face, cold and alert.
“And who the hell are you supposed to be?”
His voice was dark, filled with danger.
“I’m just a man.”
L shrugged with a careless tilt, his tone blunt and dismissive.
The odd back–and–forth broke the tension choking the air. Tess and Lyra both eased slightly, though L’s jab rang true.
Max’s behavior was twisted.
His intentions were rotten to the core.
“What do you want from me?”
Tess’s brows tightened, her voice harsh and dripping with hate.
Max’s head snapped toward her as if pulled by force. For a brief second, his body trembled. Her cold eyes cut him down, and the rejection stabbing deeper than any de.
“You’re divorced from Finn now. Come with me. Please. He can’t clear your name anymore. I can.”
He had followed her all the way from Krigan.
He had stalked her footsteps. He had overheard every word she spoke to Finn. The memory of her wedding night still tortured him. That pain burned like fire inside his chest.
He had waited too long.
She had once loved him deeply, but now she was finally free. Though the divorce had been not too long ago. Who knew what might happen? He would never give her up.
He would use threats, promises, and lies–anything at all.
“Come with me. I can end this tomorrow. You don’t need to drag yourself through this.”
His gaze clung to her, hungry and desperate.
“Why?” Tess’s eyes narrowed.
For a moment, her heart jolted. Something clicked inside her mind. But she swallowed the thought and buried it deep. She stepped closer, her voice like a de cutting air.
“Why are you so sure you can clear my name? Why bring upst year?”
The fire in Max’s stare red hotter. Her sudden push lit him up like sparks striking dry tinder. His mouth opened, ready to spill
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everything, but her sharp eyes forced him to swallow the truth back down.
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He reached for her hand. “Juste with me. I’ll take you to the child first. Then I’ll tell you everything aboutst year.”
Tess yanked away, her voice colder than steel. “Get out of my sight.”
Her eyes gleamed with icy resolve. “If you don’t tell me where the child is, I’ll hand this recording to the police. I’ll see you charged for child trafficking.”
Her phone glowed in her hand. The recording app shone bright on the screen.
Max’s face twisted with shock and rage. “You recorded me? When?”
“Since the moment you showed up.”
Her voice was sharp and freezing, like frost cracking on a mountain peak.
“Very well! Very well!”
His bitterugh split the air like a crack of thunder. Each word grated like teeth grinding stone. His re burned molten.
“All these years. After everything between us, you still treat me like this?”
Tess’s face was hard as stone. “By sunrise, if I don’t see Ken, then I’ll see you in court.”
She turned away without another nce. She walked off, L and Lyra close behind.
Max froze in ce, his body shrouded in shadow, <i>like </i>smoke that refused to fade.
L trailedst. Before stepping away, he cast one nce back. His blue eyes gleamed with a flicker of cold mockery.
Inside the car, Lyra’s voice burst sharp with disgust.
“He calls himself your childhood friend? That’s beyond vile!”
“No one knows what he truly wants.”
Tess leaned into the seat, her eyes narrowed, her body wrapped in stern calm.
Max had hovered around her ever since she left prison. He had clung like a ghost that refused to die. Only when she moved into the vi in the north had his shadow faded. She had almost forgotten him. But now he returned, bold and filthy.
She pressed her hand against her brow, easing the weight that pressed behind her eyes.
The engine rumbled alive. The car rolled forward. The window cracked open, and night air drifted in cool and soft.
It brushed against her face. Hershes fluttered. Her mind drifted.
Streetlights flickered faintly outside. Aetherisy hushed in silence. The car was just as still. Days of running had drained Lyra. The moment her head touched the seat, her breathing fell deep and steady. L’s hands stayed firm on the wheel, though his eyes flicked to the mirror now and then.
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