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    Her fury manifesting in rapid breaths, Lydia’s voice broke through, desperate and strained. “Jeffry, let me go!”


    But her plea was silenced by his sudden, intense kiss.


    His lips were demanding, prying hers apart as his tongue wrestled with hers, overpowering her protests.


    As his kisses deepened, moving with fierce urgency down her neck and legs, Lydia’s initial resistance melted away under the onught of his touch. Their breathing grewbored, filling the room with the sound of their intertwined gasps.


    Jeffry, still burning with unresolved anger, drove himself into her with unrelenting intensity.


    Lydia’s breath caught in her throat as the emotions overwhelmed her. She felt like a fragile vessel caught in a tempest, helplessly tossed by relentless waves until utterly submerged in sensation.


    After Jeffry’s departure, Elena began gathering her things to leave.


    But just as she reached the doorway, Darren appeared, effectively blocking her exit.


    She shot him a re filled with revulsion. “You’re still here?”


    During the earliermotion, Elena had lost sight of Darren and assumed he had left.


    Darren shed a sly grin. “Do you really think I’d just leave you? I thought about getting help, but you seem even more formidable than before. You didn’t need it. Elena, there’s a charm about you that’s more maic than ever. Sometimes, I really miss training together, pushing our limits in the field…”


    “Enough of your bullshit. What do you want?” Elena cut him off sharply, her patience worn thin.


    To her, Darren’s im of longing for the past was nothing but nonsense. Back when they trained together, Darren had always been outmatched. In a fit of humiliation, he once conspired with a gang to ambush her on her way home. Not only had she thwarted the attack, but she had also delivered such a severe beating that Darren was left bruised and battered. Each subsequent spar only added to his injuries.


    Elena doubted Darren had any fond memories of being repeatedly beaten. Her expression remained stoic, seeing right through his facade.


    Sensing her unyielding demeanor and with Elyse—the only person he trusted—missing in action, Darren yed hisst card. “Elena, I know you’re searching for someone. Wouldn’t you like to know more about him?”


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    “Do you know something?” Elena’s expression shifted, her voice rising with intensity.


    Darren noticed the change in her attitude, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. His n was unfolding just as he had hoped. He drawled, “I heard you’ve been searching for an old man since leaving Foiclens. I might just be able to help you find him.”


    Initially skeptical, Elena was surprised to realize Darren might actually know something. She fixed him with a steady gaze and asked, “You have information about my mentor?”


    Darren straightened his clothes and spoke thoughtfully. “It’s been a while, so my memory’s a bit hazy. How about we discuss it over dinner tomorrow? That might help jog my memory.”


    Elena pressed her lips together, wary of a possible trap but maintaining aposed expression. “Alright.”


    A glimmer of triumph shed in Darren’s eyes. “Excellent. I’ll see you at seven tomorrow evening.”


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